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Dad’s dapper
Mother’s perfume
Reeks of juniper and coriander seeds
In the mirror
Her hair is shining
Like an oil slick on the wide open seas
I heard the rapper
From the ghetto
Died in a hail of bullets from a black SUV
But when he was a singer
She was a dancer
Like Tina was in 1983
Ramp
A head full of diabolical thoughts
In a world full of liars
A spirit named Jesus
And a guy from the old Catholic Church
Chorus
They threw salt on the table
And pepper on to almost everything
And no matter how hot it got
She would always sing
Salt and pepper
Salt and pepper
She ain’t sang it forever
Probably won’t ever sing it again
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