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Speedy

He played his riffs at break neck speeds so he never knew his parts No woman knew his needs so he never sold his heart Some say he sold his sold his soul laid away at Wal-Mart He gets to start again but he doesn't know when to start Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio He's always turning the dial Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio Never listens never smiles She prayed night and day that he'd be home to stay He never needed her except when he needed laid Now he's drunk again every night and day And from Jack's grip he'll never get away Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio He's always turning the dial Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio Never listens never smiles Speedy watchin t.v. on his radio He's always turning the dial Speedy watchin t.v. on the radio Never listens never smiles

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Date: 9/9/2018 3:04:00 PM
Hello Matthew, speedy is engrossed to turning his dial on the radio. That is his only interest. Have a nice evening my friend. Poor Speedy.....
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