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Hey Charlie I'm pregnantand living on the 9th Streetright above a dirty bookstoreoff Euclid Avenue
And I stopped takin dope
And I quit drinkin whiskey
And my old man plays the tromboneand works out at the track
And he says that he loves meeven though its not his baby
And he says that he'll raise him uplike he would his own son
And he gave me a ringthat was worn by his mother
And he takes me out dancinevery Saturday night.
And hey Charlie I think about youeverytime I pass a fillin stationon account of all the greaseyou used to wear in your hair
And I still have that recordof Little Anthony & The Imperialsbut someone stole my record player
Now how do you like that?
Hey Charlie I almost went crazyafter Mario got busted
So I went back to Omaha tolive with my folksbut everyone I used to knowwas either dead or in prison
So I came back to Minneapolis
This time I think I'm gonna stay.
Hey Charlie I think I'm happyfor the first time since my accident
And I wish I had all the moneythat we used to spend on dope
I'd buy me a used car lotand I wouldn't sell any of em
I'd just drive a different carevery day, dependin on how
I feel
Hey Charlie for Christsakesdo you want to know thetruth of it?I don't have a husband
He don't play the trombone
And I need to borrow moneyto pay this lawyer
And Charlie, hey
I'll be eligible for parolecome Valentine's Day
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