she was all alone
she looked round and around
forever searching
incessant drudgery
but she had that someone wrapped up in a 
Old Manhattan Melodies lyrics

(Gary Brooker/Pete Sinfield) 

Wouldn't change
box
sticking pins and needles through the tiny cracks

she had someone she owned
and it's hard to confess
I was that someone
and she could care less

she's 
Mista Busta lyrics

*(Dru Down talking)*

Yeah!
This DD pimp playa
got (she's got)
a cause (she thinks she has)

least I have my address
in her stranglehold
lived my life around her
and I lived my life as I was told
had me 
Some Days I Want To Sail Away lyrics

Some days I want to sail away, go find myself 
coming and going and coming and going like a toy
turned me from a man into a sniveling little boy

she's got (she's got)
a cause (she thinks she has)