| It’s that time of the season
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| When the blood runs hot
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| And God must have a reason
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| When the temperature drops
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| One more nameless baby
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| And a momma in shame
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| Not one of the fathers
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| Of the churches came
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| For a motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| It ain’t no place for a girl
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| So young and pretty
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| A motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| Cause the city ain’t no place for a lonely girl
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| It could happen to me
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| It could happen to you
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| It’s the luck of the draw
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| It’s the blow of the dice
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| There ain’t nothin' that you can do
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| She took too many daddies
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| Took too many home
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| Tryna find the one, someone else’s son
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| She couldn’t weather those streets alone
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| For a motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| It ain’t no place for a girl
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| So young and pretty
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| A motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| Cause the city ain’t no place for a lonely girl
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| For a motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| It ain’t no place for a girl
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| So young and pretty
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| A motherless child in the wild, wild city
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| Cause the city ain’t no place, no no
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| The city ain’t no place
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| The city ain’t no place for a lonely girl |