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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

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