| Amy’s younger than the face she’s got
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| Walking, hoping to make a little cash tonight
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| She’s dead inside, hoping for another life
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| Lipsticks redder than her blood, redder than her heart
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| Everyone knows when she’s in town
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| Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man
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| Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out
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| She cries in the night
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| How has she got to this?
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| She got it from her mumma, her mumma said
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| «Take this bag to calm your head»
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| Mumma, take this back
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| Look where she is and she can’t turn back
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| Mumma, her mumma said
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| «Be a good girl and earn your bread»
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| Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this
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| Amy’s tired, more tired than the time it is
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| Early hours of the morning, hoping to go
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| She’s angry inside, hoping for another life
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| But the men got love, and the money’s alright
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| Everyone knows when she’s in town
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| Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man
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| Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out
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| She cries in the night
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| How has she got to this?
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| She got it from her mumma, her mumma said
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| «Take this bag to calm your head»
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| Mumma, take this back
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| Look where she is and she can’t turn back
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| Mumma, her mumma said
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| «Be a good girl and earn your bread»
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| Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this
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| Oh, if only someone
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| Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight
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| Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds
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| Help her out, oh Amy
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| Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight
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| Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds |