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I wrote a song last night,
Oh yes I did,
The bittersweet words came to me 
As fast as a locomotive train...

About a girl from the wrong side of town,
Shooting up smack to calm her down,
She was unbelievable how she stared the devil in the eye,
I couldn't leave her side it was clear as day.

Now I know you must be thinking
I fell into a clichéd jam,
But the story you've not heard before
Quite like this.

She was a whore hooked 
On that funny stuff,
And the slag couldn't get enough of,
Even was up the duff.

So I wrote a song last night,
Oh yes I did,
Played it on the grand piano it sounded like a hit,
I couldn't talk too much about it before...

About a girl who'd fallen hard,
Her daddy had abused her,
Hell yeah! He raped her every night I heard,
She'd better keep her cursed mouth shut.

She'd best know the rules of the game,
Or else her daddy would beat her,
Black and blue he'd bruise his little shame,
If only I'd known how things were.

So I met a beautiful girl one late night
There on a lonely street she stood,
Her cloths were tattered, I asked if she was alright,
But I could see she wasn't feeling good.
 
This song is about her as true as can be,
It's clear as that night I found her,
Everything she told me broke me up inside I couldn't foresee,
She was running from her past as it were.
 
Maybe I could've rescued her I don't know,
But I met her after she ran away,
So here's my song about a girl hooked on slow,
That white powder, which had her betrayed!

This is the song I wrote
Let me sing it to you all day long,
It's a sad one every note,
'Cause she's dead it's so wrong.

But all is not lost for her eerie ghost it rides,
Uptown she haunts the men of sleaze,
If you wanna escape her destructive wrath you better 
Not be one of them who propagate disease.

At this point I think I've said enough,
There's just no use in going on,
You know she was rebuffed, and up the duff,
That whore knew she'd be frowned upon.
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