| Bright young woman came running from home
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| With her life in her hands 'cause they gave her such a
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| Bad time
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| Just a part-time lover and a full-time wife
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| With her heart in the dark and her head out in the
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| Daylight
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| Every small-town mother had a rumour on her lips
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| «I could tell she was trash from her head to her
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| Fingertips
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| Now and again when she disagreed
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| It was an interrupted melody
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| Shame was a runner for the lady to beat
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| It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet
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| Friends can be found on the lowest avenue
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| You never ask for a name when they offer you a lean-to
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| Now and again when she disagreed
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| It was an interrupted melody
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| Working the week-end--Tricks in the park
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| Over exposure--meat for the sharks
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| Turn out the headlights--Pull up the car
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| Business for pleasure--life after dark
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| There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm
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| He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm
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| And every Saturday night when the girls gave their
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| Best
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| He was hustling trade for the kid from out West
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| Now and again when she disagreed
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| Just an interrupted melody
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| One thing she learned was never give It away
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| They can take what they want just as long as they pay
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| Now all that remains of that small-town life
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| Is a letter from home and a look in her eye
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| Now and again when she disagreed
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| It was an interrupted melody
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| Working the week-end--Tricks In the park
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| Over exposure— |