I love you
not for what you are...

Down the street I watch,
a black guy with a good catch...

Combing her hair while crying,
pain in her heart she feels dying...

You got that gift that is sometimes so hard to...
so jealous in every kind...

It's a lie there's always a hope,
stop me dreaming I'm not doped...

I dare not to remember,
for it's you I would think of...