She was poor but she was honest,
Victim of a rich man's whim,
First he fucked her, then he left her, & she had a child by him.

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It's the same the whole world over,
It's the poor what gets the blame,
Its the rich that gets the pleasure,
Ain't it all a bleeding shame.

Then she came to London city,
Just to hide her bleeding shame,
But a Labour leader fucked her,
Put her on the streets again.
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See him riding in a carriage,
Past the gutter where she stands,
He has made a stylish marriage,
While she wrings her ringless hands.
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See him seated in his Rolls Royce,
Driving homeward from the hunt,
He's got riches from his marriage,
She's got corns upon her cunt.
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See her on the bridge at midnight,
Picking blackheads from her crutch,
She said, "Sir, I've never 'ad it."
I said, "No, not fucking much."
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See her stand in Piccadilly,
Offering her aching quim,
She is now completely ruined,
And it's all because of him.
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Then there came a wealthy pimp,
Marriage was the tale he told,
She had no one else to turn to,
So she sold her cunt for gold.
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