It's my girlfriend's birthday, she's
twenty five today
Some money, so many things for you I
could take away
I'll get you something, even I rob it,
your smile have no price
Vendor says nothing's for free, his
message is clear
I've got no money to burn
But I wanna find a Sunday dress for my
princess
I need to please her
Can I pay some other time

I spit in his face
I take a present, he don't want
I'll break his face
I spit in his face
I take a present, he don't want
I'll break his fuckin' face

I remember her lips and her face so
close to me
She's my reason to live, she was
sleeping so tight against me
When I left her, I promised myself
I can't go on shopping spree
I've got no money to burn
But I found and took a Sunday dress for
my princess
It will really please her
You'll never get a dime from me

I spit in his face...

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