The Tracks

Life wasn’t that pretty When she was a little girl The wrong side of the tracks In this hard hearted world But when she grew older The men gave her the stare A very curvy figure And Monroe blonde hair Working at the café Till nine at night Sweet smelling perfume And jeans that fit tight Cat whistles and jeers And mouthwatering tongues It could have been a circus With these monkeys on the rungs There’s a path to her doorway These men make all the time And the money they threw her Should have been a crime After four years of pimping On the wrong side of the track And making a fortune While resting on her back It’s a pity they all cried When she left them alone She’s somewhere with those riches Probably high on some throne But once she was a poor girl From the wrong side of the track That finally took that ride And she never looked back