Trudy

Trudy left on a Friday night all she had she held to tight Got on a bus and left that day, neighbors glad she went away Arrived at the station in the middle of the night The big lights of London looked so bright Big city starry night wish mum could see me tonight She felt like a princess of the night. The bastard man that ruined her life Had run away with her fathers’ wife To go back now would be a defeat To stay hear have fun would be a real treat Hand in hand she went in tow Where it was leading no one would know The first hits free and it feels so fine The second one costs and your addicted for time Pimped and punched from pillar to post And by the ones she loved the most No men ever knew her name But they paid there money all the same Trudy died on a Friday night she had nothing to hold on tight.