Oversettelse: Mystic. En gang i uken.
fittin my plans So you could be my lover, but could never be my man That's why we could hook maybe once a week Take a ride threw the town, and take a
it once Track be yelling like a whore Like a swelling on a sore Or this rap Magellion on your jaw I'm a night freak, Boating on the weekends, ten a week
for blood now They gave them a week at the most We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three But the fourth week, the whole thing was toast
caused a sensation The Press was baying for blood now They gave them a week at the most We were all glad to see it reach weeks two and three But the
O I'll grow hale on seawater a son on the honey milk and leave something to loneliness Sweet William will I once was there to find the girl that mystic
