Little girl on the street corner, Why are you out late? Why are you not at your home Playing with your dolls? Why are you here late at night Dressed in skimpy clothes? Why do you wink at passerby’s? Why do you wave at all the guys? Why do you tease them with your body? Come on, little girl, Tell me why you’re here. Tell me why you’re not at home. Tell me why you’re here.
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