| You’re a bird in a cage
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| Winchester geese will be your trade
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| I put my daughter on the street
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| Bait the hook and money reap
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| So the old men they do come
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| Buy you flowers and have fun
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| No one there protected you
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| Your dad’s happy that you’re used
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| She was born in the big city
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| In the middle of a slum
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| My name’s Shig, pass for her papa
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| A harlot was her mum
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| Flower-seller on the street there
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| You, the outcast, they all stare
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| Selling flowers open wide
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| In this town with no pride
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| You’re a child, you do try
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| Watching others watch them die
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| For 20 years you’ll survive
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| «Buy my flowers,» you will cry
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| Shunning found her on the street
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| Selling flowers, looking sweet
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| She smiled and licked her lips
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| Shuns lust hits
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| Selling flowers every day
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| Your soul damned so they say
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| So pretty soon your life is done
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| All that lust has been and come |