She's just another girl with an attitude
Sleeping on the streets and stealing food
Taking drugs and getting drunk
Selling services for a puff of skunk

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A virgin maybe but with a skilled hand
And an angelic face she's always in demand
Hand jobs and blow jobs keep punters returning
But her childhood now from memory is burning

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The embers of her life smoulder on the floor
Step-dad's attentions drove her out the door
Forcing her into an existence of despair
And the scars of a life she can't repair

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She's a priceless gem with a cherry to be plucked
It's a matter of time before she is fucked
Whether she is paid or it's stolen by force
There'll be no celebration and no remorse

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Her value will diminish once she is broken
Then payment for services will be just token
She'll need the drugs that will fill her veins
To keep her going and numb her pains

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The deconstruction of a youthful live begins
And in the end only the reaper wins.........

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© A S May 2015