You've got the whiskey babe
I've got the pills, girl
Get you through the night
Cure your ills, girl
Just a council brat
Is all you are now
Nowhere to run to
Nowhere to turn, girl
A bun in the oven
Is all you've got girl
He don't wanna know you now
He's on the run, girl
Now that you are younger
You are gonna get old, girl
Broken lines girl
In the mirror
Dreams of glamour
In your head girl
Have all deserted
Gone to bed now

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