That s why she cry

Уильям Смит
You're hanging out in the street
With your friendly madam Krit.

-Its really fun to see,
When you dancing on with me.

-I'm not dancing,
I'm just hanging. On the lamp.

-Stop kidding, you're here,
Right in front of me with spear!

-I'm not kidding,
I'm dead
And no longer your best friend...

-But how you talk?
You're not an underdog!

-Just look at me!
Where now can you me see?