Said she had a problem
And it was Mighty Joe Young
She wanted money from me
But not for buying junk
Said her dad was a mobster
With him it was: no never mind
That her mom was a barfly
And now was noplace to find
Said her kid was starving
And she herself was sacked
Was pretty flat on her ass
Short of bread and gas
I slipped her a tenner
She hustled to get her load
Then I was accosted by a lady bear
My car was blocking the road
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