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she was only twenty three
but she looked like twenty nine
and she smelled like sixteen
and it could have been the wine
but she said with exhausted enthusiasm
i need a smoke, a drink and a line
or whatever (your thing is)
wrinkles 'round her eyes
they are sinking in this light
and they are matching in this night
to the ones on her mouth
kneel down
eyes closed
like a good girl
a very pretty girl
a fancy kind of lady
who can get away with shady
a heart made of stone
so shes always alone
but never in her bed
a very pretty girl
a fancy kind of lady
who could get away with shady
with the lights off
always/only with the lights off