Read the two sets of lyrics below and decide whether you are with me or not. EXHIBIT ONE Red Cadillac and a black mustacheRings on my fingers that sparkle and flashTell me, what’s next? What shall we do?Half my soul, baby, belongs to youOh, while I cannot frolic with all the young dudesI contain multitudes …
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