| She’s just seventeen
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| Could have been a beauty queen
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| Now her left cheek is bruised
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| So she covers it with rouge
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| She has strawberry hair
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| Bright lips and skin so fair
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| Takes a hit of her cigarette
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| As a spider spins his web
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out»
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out»
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| She’s just seventeen
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| A vision in painted-on jeans
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| She’s a hooker by night
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| A shadow in the distant light
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| Somebody’s pulling over
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| Another man undercover
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| He flashes money from inside
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| As honey drips from the hive
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out»
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out»
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| She lost her way in
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| Now she’s trying to get out
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| She’s climbing a barbed-wire fence
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| But he’s holding her down down
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out»
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| Bad man in a fancy car
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| He said «come on girl I’ll make you a star»
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| Bad man rolled his window down
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| He said «I'm your way out» |