The Ballad of Blondie

Blondie was the next door girl, with a sexy body that made men go wild, and like them, I fell in love without guilt inside; I had fun...not worrying about Hell. Blondie was looking for her sugar daddy, saying that wasn't wrong accepting money, gifts, clothes, expensive cars and jewelry! Blondie, pretty Blondie, with no ethics: why did you do that to yourself? Was all that a replacement for your dad? You certainly had the looks of models, and that didn't mean hope was dead! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you sneered and laughed! There's was a retired veteran down the block, you volunteered to do errands and clean his house, and he was a wealthy one, perhaps the one you sought; and making up lies you got him to give you a fortune... your baby didn't need any kind of surgery, but John fell for your trick and gave you fifty thousand dollars, he had many ships, now he's totally broken and out of luck! Blondie, pretty, Blondie, who's going to be your next sugar daddy?...No, it certainly won't be me! Blondie, pretty Blondie, get some sleep and reflect on your grave mistake... look for a normal guy who can take care of you, stop being that spoiled brat! Two detectives from the local precinct rang her bell today, and with a warrant in their hands they took her away; Blondie tried to resist arrest, and they handcuffed her against her will... she always thought of bribing authorities with enough water in her well! Wasn't she wrong...to even think of that unrealistic monstrosity? There in a cell, she can't to bend the iron bars without audacity! Blondie, pretty Blondie, you had freedom and a loving family, your mom worked hard and raised your with morals...Blondie, pretty Blondie; and with hostility, you turned against her and became an escort, joining the night ladies: snorting cocaine and picking up guys by the hundred...weren't you scared of catching Aids? Copyright (C) 20210 by Andrew Crisci