Little girl on the corner what've you done with all your toys? Seems you've traded them for make-up You're now enticing older boys. Little girl on the corner with your skirt pulled way up high stopping one car, then another just trying to get by. Little girl on the corner just thirteen - a baby still For an hour with such a sweet, young thing alot of men would kill. Little girl on the corner you should be at home...in bed tucked under covers, with a teddy bear but you're out selling your body instead. Little girl on the corner tell me what you'll do when a pimp walks up, and offers to always take care of you? Little girl on the corner put some clothes on, and get inside Before the bad men come to get you find a safe place to hide.
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