She lives on the streets
She can’t make ends meet
She has a little toddler,
Who her boyfriend used to beat
She is a “working girl”,
But she’s not quite “working class”
She has no things to call her own,
Her whole life is a farce

Too many people judge her
They think it’s all a game
They don’t know what she goes through;
Her sorrows, tears and pain.
She is a fallen angel
Who cannot find her place
She tries to pick herself up
And she can still show her face
None can take her pride
No-one can stop her smile
Let’s hope there’s someone out there
Who can make her life worthwhile.

 
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