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Ny3

Robert Fripp

Ny3

Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Well get out, there's the door
Father: It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
It is not your house
Mother: And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
And you're a cocaine sniffer
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
Don't call me a slut
Father: No
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Mother: You're carrying a baby
You don't know whether it's a nigger, a spic or a white baby
You've got to go for an abortion, baby
I never had to
Father: No way, never
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Father: Your house
Daughter: My house
Well get out, there's the door

Ny3

Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Sal de aquí, ahí está la puerta
Sal de aquí, ahí está la puerta
Sal de aquí, ahí está la puerta
Sal de aquí, ahí está la puerta
Padre: No es tu casa
No es tu casa
No es tu casa
No es tu casa
No es tu casa
Madre: Y eres un esnifador de cocaína
Y eres un esnifador de cocaína
Y eres un esnifador de cocaína
Y eres un esnifador de cocaína
No me llames puta
Padre: No
Madre: Estás embarazada
No sabes si es un negro, un sudaca o un bebé blanco
No me llames puta
Padre: No
Madre: Estás embarazada
No sabes si es un negro, un sudaca o un bebé blanco
Tienes que ir por un aborto, bebé
Yo nunca tuve que hacerlo
Padre: De ninguna manera, nunca
Madre: Tienes que ir por un aborto, bebé
Yo nunca tuve que hacerlo
Padre: De ninguna manera, nunca
Madre: Estás embarazada
No sabes si es un negro, un sudaca o un bebé blanco
Tienes que ir por un aborto, bebé
Yo nunca tuve que hacerlo
Padre: De ninguna manera, nunca
Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Padre: Tu casa
Hija: Mi casa
Sal de aquí, ahí está la puerta

Escrita por: Robert Fripp