Bad girl,
Chav girl,
Night in a doorway type girl,
Chemical bright lipstick girl,
Weekend for hire.
Party girl,
Smiling girl,
Coming over to me girl,
Well I'll come over.
Don't let your feelings slip girl,
Just like you won't your mask girl,
The centre of attention can be a lonely place.
Front of the queue girl,
Champagne girl,
Dancing all night girl,
When's it going to stop.
Your music stops.
Tweed for Monday.
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I would like to translate this poem
Monday morning alarm of reality.