Well, I was coolin' my heels down in Flacktown. They was blazin' from a footrace with a hellhound. My heart was up on blocks from my last go-round. When you came roarin' in upon the rebound.
What you gonna call that pretty baby?. You must call it one thing or another. This one parted water, that one walked upon. Perhaps I'll call this child a Rose of Sharon.
It ain't so long ago since we were just two kids. Remember well, memories we all hid. But you're much older now, although you still are young. I know you well, I'm like you.