D                G
She sang like an angel
D                 G
To the chattering plates
D                      G
But your pimp and your pusher
D                     G
You both thought were great

A                       D
Well, you earned enough money
A               D
To pay for your stuff
A                 D
It's great having brown skin
A               D
It doesn't show up

D                G
You sang like an angel
D                 G
To the chattering cups
D                 G
At the end of the day
D                 G
You weren't tough enough

A                  D
Your pimp and your pusher
A                  D 
Well, they beat you up
A                       D
Well, It's great having brown skin
A               D
It doesn't show up

D                       G
Well, your voice became sand-paper
D          G
Sand-paper worn
D                    G
As your heart it was broken
D                 G
Your heart it was torn

A            D
And when you died
A                     D
The police all queued up
A                 D
It's great having brown skin
A               D
It doesn't show up



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