Here I stand head in hand, turn my face to the wall
If she’s gone I can’t go on. Feeling two-foot small
Everywhere people stare, each and every day.
I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say…
Hey, you’ve got to hide your love away.
"Yo, yo, yo, 1, 4, 8, 3-to-the-3-to-the-6-to-the-9. Representin’ the ABQ. What up, biatch? Leave it at the tone!"