This is a song about "The taming of the shrew"

The flooding of the nothing

Get it girl, keep that motor running

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

When her father would beat her and her brother like he had an unquenchable thirst

Hopped on the pulpit and told them how i was truly blessed

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

//summary of the moral of the story is in the notes>>

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

In the face of the outside.

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

Tired of the pain tired of the struggle

Don’t you ever get too comfortable

The groups of groupies looped in the hoops of the music business,

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love