Luxuries and riches I never had
Something illegal I have to do
How I have to live my life makes me so sad
Someone needs to take me away but who?

Tattered, old, and ugly are my clothes
So dirty I guess I look like a pig
I have lost count of all my beaus
So I stand here waiting for my next gig.

Here comes a man get out of my way
I have to do this so I can eat
At me he smiles I don't know what to say
Maybe this one is nice, maybe by him I won't be beat.

Standing beside him we start to walk
A doctor he must be carrying a little black bag
He puts his arms around me as we talk
Then awful pain the blood flows