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By Jack Joseph Smith
Liza
She talks to me like she has been
with me all her life
You and I can spin
all the way around trouble
We can go back to back,
or in comedy,
sence gossip
And then there is the sight,
that comes with the native son
As quiet as we can
We do as we please
That's how we began
Here is how it is in music
She does no wrong; pull a
cord, touch a string; she
is our best friend