The Tracks
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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