Black and blue from passing around, Whitey says, Lady ain't a hit no morenCecilia Amanda, I don't want to see you get like you got beforenAnother patient in a party dress yesterday, dancing on a permanent scratchnIn a place where lonely men pay to make their opposites match.nnLittle Miss Amanda wants to know how long you're going to be gonenAnd she asked me can I fix it so your record plays the rest of her songnBecause every remembrance of you has been buried belownEvery memory that I unhappily knownnI'm sorry for you and your kidnThe things you promised that you never didnShe asked me, Are you a pretty dancer?nBut I don't think I'm going to answernnOh, black and blue from passing around while you fake me back to the daily scorenIf you got a little baby now, I don't want to see you around here no morenAh, Amanda put on her new party dress yesterday, dancing to a record you scratchednI'm some dealing amateur actor making opposites match