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This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know |
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She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low |
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Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on |
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Go to the place where everyone goes to |
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Boogaloo all night long |
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She's a poor girl |
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Born and raised in the country she got tired of pushing a plow |
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She take my train to the city and mother you should look at her now |
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With her rattlesnake boots, elephant bag, genuine crocodile hat |
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Around her neck to top it off she even wears a persian cat |
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She's a poor girl |
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That was the story of the poor girl but now she uses her head |
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She's back home working on the land instead of playing in bed |
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The fast life she was living took her as it's prey |
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Now she's back in the country getting fatter every day |
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She's a Poor |
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Girl |
