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Poor child
Poor child
Beautiful and bruised
Poor child
Pure child
Virginal and used
Her hair
Her smile
Her eyes
So tender
Her heart
Her soul
Her life
So broken
How much more must she endure?
Poor child
Poor child
Sensitive and hard
One more girl forever scarred
QUEENIE BLACK KATE BURRS
Pause for a moment Poor child
Then throw him a glance
Look askance at Burrs
And smile
Show him how it is, Prisoner of shame He's a dime-store fraud
Maybe then he'll get his She's a second-hand broad!
Just pause for a moment Poor child, And when the trap is set
Then offer a stare I'll be there for my Burrs
Let him watch you He thinks he's hers
Walk on air Pure child But he's in for some news
Share a very quiet Searching for a
Rendezvous name
Light the fuse
And place the bet
Gently pull him to you Well, What does she
Her hair, think she's doing
His face, Her smile, doing?
His arms, Her eyes, What does she think
His chest, So tender I am?
I wasn't born yesterday Who does he
Try to be wary and wise Her heart, Hell, Think he's wooing
His hands, Her soul
His hips, Her life, wooing?
His legs, So broken. Someone who gives a
Try damn?
She's a sham!
To get lost in his eyes I wasn't born yesterday
How much more She may be pretty
Must she endure? In an hour or two And bat her eyes
Those heavenly eyes. But soon he'll get wise
Things will start to unglue
Pause for a moment Poor child. And Burrs will be waiting Flirt!
Then say your hello
Watch as Burrs
Begins to blow Poor child. She's a flirt
Burrs getting angry Generous Then happily I'll go And it's she who'll get
Burrs getting rougher And tight. And bring him to me hurt
And bring him to me Oh! She's a phony
Tonight I can She's a sham
Make him suffer
Well, we'll see, A stony-eyes lamb
Show him how it is One more girl Won't we? And she better watch
Maybe then he'll get his. Lost in the night She better watch her stop her step with Burrs
With Burrs, Or she'll get hers
Poor child! Or she'll get hers
Pure child!
Dangerous, divine
She's a beautiful
Virginal
Sensitive
Generous
Poor child!
Predictable bore
Dangerous who*e
I'll settle the score
And I'll make
I'll take
Her I'll take What's
What's
Mine! Mine! Mine!
Black!