| She puts on her work clothes, fishnet pantyhose
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| She is got a nickname everybody knows at the gentlemen’s club
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| She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right
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| Makes her money one dollar at a time
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| Without the makeup, nobody knows her name
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| And she wears the pain
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| Black tears, rolling down
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| From the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town
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| She reveals, and they all cheer
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| And then she cries, black tears
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| Jealous of the innocent, sometimes she is convinced
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| The boss man is still a friend she needs
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| She’s tried everything, cheap sex and cocaine
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| Anything to hide the pain for a little while
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| The wrong kind of famous in her momma’s eyes
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| You can tell she knows it when she cries
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| Black tears, rolling down
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| From the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town
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| White lights on the mirror
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| Just won’t hide, black tears
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| She tries and tries so hard to get away
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| But everybody is watching
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| Black tears, rolling down
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| From the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town
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| If all the pain would just disappear
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| She’d quit crying, yeah she’d quit crying
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| Black tears |