The final verse from the song talked about how the traitor of Jesus Christ would commit suicide after a severe homicidal depression, Radney was lip-sy...cing throughout the entire song, and when it came to sing the final verse, he sang along with his real voice. 'He has such a good voice' Lacey thought while swept away by his sensual dance moves. The dance began to get even fast pace as it reached the end, by the time it got finished, Lacey, in such a rush, was sad to hear it end.But Radney would. She thought, "Hmm. It really does have a mind of its own." She must have been staring a bit too long. She overheard two black girls going back and forth. They talked in full voice, as if she couldn't hear them. Maybe that was their intention. "Damn girl, would ya look at that specimen." "Honey, the way he's lookin' at that window, he needs to get laid." "I wouldn't mind grabbin' me a piece of that fine white ass." Candice realized she was beginning to attract some unwanted attention. It. ‘That’s not what I said.’ ‘I heard you,’ she repeated, but now she was uncertain. He gambled and stepped closer, she didn’t move away. ‘You didn’t hear everything,’ he said, gambling again and taking her hand. ‘I was telling Karl that I know people think I’m upset because of how things have been between us. But I wouldn’t blame you. We didn’t play well, we were out of sync, but that’s not your fault, not at all.’ ‘Oh. Well. Good.’ Lani felt awkward. She wanted to be mad, but he’d pulled that. "Have you already picked out the dress?" I asked."Huh?" she replied, a confused look on her face."What I mean is, do you have a boyfriend or a special guy to help you have all those babies?" I asked."Oh!" she squeaked as she blushed. "Well, there's this guy, Jimmy Templeton. He, like, uh, kissed me. Behind the stadium last year."I raised both eyebrows as I looked at her, trying hard not to laugh."He hasn't spoken to me in, like ages," she continued. "But I still think he's kinda.