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Lost Girl of Sudan
LOST GIRL OF SUDAN Little lost girl, your world's not the place it ought to be. Where do you think you're running to? There's no place that wants you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Little lost girl, don't think of running to Khartoum. No one will help you in Khartoum. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. No one will help you in Khartoum. OST GIRL OF SUDAN Desert gonna burn you. Soldier gonna rape you. Lion gonna eat you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Desert gonna burn you. Soldier gonna rape you. Lion gonna eat you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Little lost girl, don't think of running to Khartoum. Someone will sell you in Khartoum. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Your mama made you tight so your man would love you more. That's why the soldier chases you. Allah made you sweet so the lion would eat you. Everybody wants a piece of you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Everybody wants a piece of you. Run. Run. Run. Desert gonna burn you. Soldier gonna rape you. Lion gonna eat you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Desert gonna burn you. Soldier gonna rape you. Lion gonna eat you. There ain't no place for you. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run. © ron wilson aka Vee Bdosa the doylestown poet
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