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Among the possesions of an outlaw of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from a drug store in suburbia
He said, `Lady, look what I`ve got for you.`
She said, `Jesse, I don`t hardly even know you anymore.
And judging from your grin, you`d think you held up Henry Ford.
And I don`t believe I want you a comin` `round here anymore. Ooh.`
Jesse, he was hurt, boy, and he left there, and he slammed the door.
And he wandered through the alleyways.
Thinkin` all the while that she`d be proud of what he stole for her,
And he tried to think of better ways.
Dreamin` of a movie that he`d seen one afternoon,
He drew out all his savings and he went and bought a gun.
And he ran right home and stood before his mirror
Acting like a thug, ooh.
He waited for a dark night; he was frightened, boy, the fog rolled in,
As a rich man, he came walkin` by,
`Hold your hands up high,` he cried,
`I`ve come to make your fortune mine.`
But his eyes, they gave him right away,
Jesse dropped the gun and they both stared at to where it lay.
And Jesse asked the man if he`d please leave him in his pain.
And the man tried to forgive him, but there`s not much he could say. Ooh.
Among the possessions of an outlaw of a low class kind
Is this little bottle of French perfume
Taken as a last thought from a drugstore in suburbia.
He said, `Lady, look what I`ve got for you.`
`Ah, take it, ah, please take it; I`m tired and I`m poor.
And this crappy French perfume is nothin` less than my own soul.
I was feelin` half a man; I wanted to feel whole, ooh.`
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