Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.
In the middle of the night, when you're ambiguously ethnic, like me, when you're brown, beige, mauve, siena, one of those lighter browns in the Crayola box. You have to be careful of the cops and robbers, because nobody's quite sure what you are, but everybody has assumptions.
I'm not denyin' the women are foolish. God Almighty made 'em to match the men.