Michaela, I'm sorry. I spent up all your moneynOn a hooker in Memphis. She bore a strong resemblancenTo your sister, and I remember everything that she wore:nJust hot pants, and high boots, and not much morenBut if you forgive me, I swear that I'll remembernEverything about younnMichaela, I'm sorry. I wrecked your old jalopynI was running from a hooker who said I owed her moneynAnd I guess I got going a little too fastnI was drunk and got confused between the brake and the gasnBut if you forgive me, I swear that I will buy you somethingnClean and newnnMichaela, I'm, sorry, but I got thrown in prisonnOn account of the hooker was really a policemannAnd the judge was mean. He threw the book at menNow I'm out on parole, but I can't leave TennesseenBut if you forgive me, I swear that I will ever benKind and truennMichaela, now I realize you probably found some other guynAnd I ain't got a leg to stand onnBut I came down here to buy a ring, and thought I'd have a final flingnIt just took a little longer than I'd planned onnnSo now Junior, tell your mama I'm really very sorrynAbout Memphis and the hooker, about her old jalopynBut I'll buy her that ring. I'll make my amendsnIf she can find it in her heart to sendnSome money. Michaela, I spent up all your money
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