What is one implying with the guns, anyway?
Well, fella. It's like a blues tune. Fine young black woman. Several suitors. Jealousy. High, high blood pressure.
She can't say "No," can she? And where does that leave her fellows? Each one of whom possesses enough cash and confidence to swoop down and deposit a deep mess.
This one's about temptation, rationalization and miscommunication.
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