| Oh, the beautiful red-haired Madonna with child
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| Sat on the curb wearin' a smile
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| That doubled up the years and trebled the miles
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| And comforts the babe in the softest of style
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| She woke up in San Francisco on the day she turned 16
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| Haight St. was somethin' then, hey man you should have seen
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| And she took up with this drummer in some good time Texas scene
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| And she loved him till the day they shipped him back home to Killeen
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| She said she danced up in North Beach when the need arose
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| She’s tryin' to start a little trade of makin' people clothes
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| To feed the child and pay the rent and everybody knows
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| She’s a little hard for 21, that’s the way she goes
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| She’s livin' on next to nothin' and memories from the past
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| Just a fading flower child tryin' to make it last
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| She’s got answers to some questions I would not dare to ask
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| Survival’s never graceful when the changes come that fast
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| Oh, the beautiful red-haired Madonna with child
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| Sat on the curb wearin' a smile
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| That doubled up the years, trebled the miles
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| Comforts the babe in the softest of style |