Belle From Hell
Each night, she stands on the street corner in plain view.
She’s one of many on Pacific Avenue.
“Hey honey, do you have some time for a nice date?
You and I can get together for something great.
Did you have a lucky night in the casinos?
Have some good luck with me tonight. Anything goes!”
With her tight silk dress, and her flashing jewelry,
she’s beckoning me here in Atlantic City.
I inadvertently have to disappoint her.
I don’t have money to become her customer.
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