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Six o'clock Friday sees Jacobina walking Down the dirtier streets Week-old heels click, dodging sidewalk mess Impressed in her stride, a twenty-nine year old creed (Mama first put it there): Stay away from strangers, sternly said But things can change Six o'clock Friday sees Julian wandering up familiar streets Wrinkled walls don't hide the sky inside But a house in the slums can be just as defined, aloof and held aloft As a hilly mansion (rooms filled up with pride) But things can change We all know south and south are bound to collide It's no different here on the dank street side Conversation's rusty and reeks dimestore But then they never gave much before And things can change So while her rich-girl airs were insufferable His prejudice was impermeable Roads and cars dictated maybe views What can he give me that I don't have? What can she show me that I don't know? And what would Mama or downstairs say if they knew? Songtexte Someone ought to teach that girl not to abide by the minimums Someone ought to teach that boy Possibly, if we pull back superfluous impressions Minimum expectation may give way Someone ought to teach that girl not to abide by the minimums Someone ought to teach that boy not to abide Not to abide Not to abide by the minimums One day, maybe Jac and Ju will say: Come on in, we'll show you around The house we built, the house we found Aus Songtexte Mania