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The Levee

So he drives a Cadillac, baby
His belt buckle’s diamond-plated
He treats you like a lady, yes he does and
Tells you you are underrated
It seems like nothing could go wrong, but
When the levee blows and the tears fall down your face
Will it feel the same, I don’t know
When the curtains close and you stand in awe alone
Will your pretty eyes still show, that you’ve played this game before
So he went to Harvard
Builds schools down in Guatemala
Spends every tuesday night with his mama
Look I get it, this man’s a 6'5, blue eyed, American Dalai Lama
I just want you to be careful, 'cause
There’s always rocks in the streams
There’s always stems in your grass
Always a snag at the seam
Well there’s always a ghost in your past
You might think that you can hide
You might think that you can cope
You might bottle it up inside, but
Oh sugar don’t