Ira Glass - Nancy's hell
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Thank god for open door policies
How else could i broach something
Like nancy’s dilapidated hovel
And her clouded eyes
When i visited with her family
All the documents in tow
Her back was turned
She wouldn’t even look at us
You've made such an impression
With your kitschy tourist shirt
And your beautiful abjection
Your propensity for hurt
I think often of the man
You must have loved with all you were
And how you must have disappointed
When your secrets ran the earth
He’d said, “i lovе you babygirl, cause you can read my mind”
“stop the tapе, i cannot live in pieces –
Cut the mic, i am so full of hatred for the weak”
How else could i broach something
Like nancy’s dilapidated hovel
And her clouded eyes
When i visited with her family
All the documents in tow
Her back was turned
She wouldn’t even look at us
You've made such an impression
With your kitschy tourist shirt
And your beautiful abjection
Your propensity for hurt
I think often of the man
You must have loved with all you were
And how you must have disappointed
When your secrets ran the earth
He’d said, “i lovе you babygirl, cause you can read my mind”
“stop the tapе, i cannot live in pieces –
Cut the mic, i am so full of hatred for the weak”
