Crazy in Chinatown

My girl’s in Chinatown.
She’s goin’ crazy.
You see her, turn around.
Her name is Daisy.
She’s got a knife and by now
she just might have a gun.
One minute havin’ fun,
the next, I’m on the run.
She’s down there in the street,
yellin’ my name out loud.
She used to be so sweet.
She used to make me proud.
But now I do believe
that she intends to kill me.
I didn’t want to leave,
but this shit doesn’t thrill me.
She’s never been the same
since she found crack cocaine.
Just know I’m not to blame
for driving her insane.
My girl’s in Chinatown.
And me, I’m headin’ west.
As long as I’m not found,
that would be for the best.

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