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Oh, you've come a long way, girl,

there's really no doubt about that!

From a clean, green respectable town

to a big city guttersnipe brat.

Such dreams you had when you left your home

with a suitcase and great wide smile.

They warned you, they did, but you did not hear:

first you had to be here for a while.



An innocent in an alien world

with neither family nor friend,

I know you tried hard to get a job

but you just gave up in the end.

When desperation reached a peak

with you at the end of your rope

the pimp took advantage of your distress

and offered what seemed to be hope.



So here you sit in your scanty garb,

your self-respect is all gone.

You no longer care how you appear to the world,

just existing from john to john.

You haven't been home in a long, long time:

going back there just makes you depressed,

so here you squat like a guttersnipe, girl,

in a big city gutter half-dressed.