conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Write me a song called White Ferrari (Magazine Version) with the following description: While the physical and digital versions of Frank’s “White Ferrari” are the same, these completely different lyrics were found written in Frank’s Boys Don’t Cry magazine. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: They treat you rough out there
  But we've got Alcantara everywhere
  Ferrari
  Bad luck to talk on these rides
  Mine on the road
  Your dilated eyes
  Watch the clouds float
  White Ferrari
  Had a good time
  I let you out at Central
  I didn't care to state the plain
  Kept my mouth closed
  We're so familiar
  White Ferrari
  Good times
  I care for you still
  And I will
  Forever
  That was my part of the deal
  Honest
  We got so familiar
  Spending each day of the year
  White Ferrari
  Good times (In this life)
  You love me still and you will forever
  You got that part of the deal
  We got so familiar
  Running my hands thru your hair
  White Ferrari
  Had a good time
  (in this life)
  One too many years
  Some tattooed eyelids
  On a facelift
  Mind over matter is magic, I do magic
  If you think about it it'll be over in no time
  And that's life
  I'll drop you off and in a few months
  We'll talk again
  When you need a break
  Which part of the circle will you stand on
  You keep doing the dance wrong
  I'm sure we're taller in other dimension
  You say we're small and not worth the mention
  You're tired of moving
  Your body's aching
  We should vacay, there's places to go
  Clearly this isn't all that there is
  Can't take what's been given
  But we're okay here, we're doing fine
  Primal and naked
  You dream of walls that hold us in prison
  It's just a skull
  Least that's what they call it
  And we're free to roam Like a mirage
  Always one step ahead
  Where we belong
  I've got a son somewhere
  He'll be picking up where I left off
  I might name that boy Ferrari
  He'll meet a girl named Altashonda
  He'll treat her soft like Alcantara
  My brain is soft like Alcantara
  My hands are rough, I'm iguana
  Your hair is long, are you Nicaraguan?
  I can't go soft, I'm Viagran
  You want it all
  You're always one step ahead
  Where you belong