You count the damn few times that we have been together in nearly 20 years and you measure the short fucking leash you keep me on and then you ask me about Mexico and you tell me youll kill me for needing something I dont hardly never get!
Og du måler det korte jævla båndet du holder meg i, og spør meg om Mexico og sier du vil drepe meg fordi jeg vil ha noe jeg nesten aldri får!