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Poor Girl(Klein) - Po' Girl
I left home
When I was fifteen and went to live in a punk rock house
Don't have to tell you times were tough
We were smoking grass and living on luck
Nothing in the fridge
But a bottle of gin music was my only friend way back then
I felt the weather soaking in the rain felt cold upon my skin
And there was nothing to believe in
There was nothing really nothing
Where does a poor girl go
I walked all night my feet were sore
And I was right outside your door
Won't you let me in won't you let me in
I watched my friends slip away into a ** drenched daze
There was no love there was only tears
Cigarette buts and empty beers
I'll leave this town I've had enough
There's nothing left here but the dust
Of these sentimental shoes
These faded unstrung blues these sentimental shoes
Of these faded unstrung blues
Where does a poor girl go
I walked all night my feet were sore
And I was right outside your door
Won't you let me in won't you let me in
Where does a poor girl go
I walked all night my feet were sore
And I was right outside your door
Won't you let me in won't you let me in
