King's X
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She was a white-skinned black beauty
The daughter of an indian
Her grandparents raised her in Northern Illinois
I call her mother
She was calling love
She was young, calling love
He was the son of a hellfire holiness preacher woman
They say nobody was wilder
But maybe his brother
I call him father
He was calling love
He was young, stealing love
We all got together for the first time last September
I said, "Somebody take a photograph
I got a camera"
Now I got me a favorite picture
From Letras Mania