Parade - You Don't Know This Man | Текст песни

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CRAIG
I can only imagine how difficult it must be for you, Miz Frank. All these stories about your husband comin’ out ev’ry day.
(SHE sings without facing him:)

LUCILLE:
You don't know this man
You don't know a thing
You come here with these horrifying stories
These contemptable conceits
And you think you understand how a mans heart beats
And you don't know a thing
You don't know this man
You don't even try
When a man writes his mother every Sunday
Pays his bills before they're due
Works so hard to feed his family
There's your murderer for you
And you stand there spittin' words
That you know aren't true
Then you don't know this man
I don't think you can
You don't have the right to know
A man that wise and good
He is a decent man
He is an honest man
And you don't know
And you never will
Not from me, not from anyone who knows him
Not a morsel, not a crumb, not a clue
CRAIG
You’re sayin’ he’s decent, you’re sayin’ he’s honest, but you’re not sayin’ he’s innocent.
(SHE addresses him directly:)
LUCILLE
I HAVE NOTHING MORE TO SAY TO YOU

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