Girl... Counting your beads.
Waiting for me.
To arrive.
Ellen, I didn't know then
That you just happened
To cry
And on the 50th pearl, you said a prayer....
That'd I'd soon be there...
I was in a traffic jam...
Please understand....damn
I was wanting to share...
These grapes with you...
We can count them too...
And add to your string...
This vine
And make...pearl wine...
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