I love this real man, 
The kind death that each rag believe. 
Eloquence he heard, 
And looks that may of women 
and believe... 
My woman Sonny, 
I'm silverbread a serves me well. 
He keeps my smile and 
to this week hasn't broke my roads. 
And worried soul 
Well Sonny, 
don't say a sorry, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing. 
'Cause Sonny, 
when you think of me, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so genering. 
That real my has it 
the damn no twelve if as you thought. 
And yourself confused 
because you said about love with me. 
And about it wood. 
Well Sonny, 
don't say a sorry, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing. 
'Cause Sonny, 
when you think of me, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so genering. 
Well Sonny, 
don't say a sorry, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing. 
'Cause Sonny, 
when you think of me, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so genering. 
Well Sonny, 
don't say a sorry, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so promissing. 
'Cause Sonny, 
when you think of me, 
Heaven knows, you ain't so genering. 
Well Sonny...