She's from the wrong
Side of the tracks
She wears long sleeves
To hide the bee bites
And shacks up with
Real horny studs
On her bedroom walls
Are shoddy stars
She does love watching
The sun set and rise
She keeps ten cats
For catching mice
Though short of bucks
She has no fixed price
She's giving me the brushoff
Saying: no dice
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