Good Time Girl
Just flicking through old brown photographs
Killing time growing old pretending not to care
Collecting dust and dandruff from her
Precious locks of hair
…
The walls of her apartment are littered
With the centrefolds of women’s magazines
She claims not be to a martyr
But admits to being many other things
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Today she spends her time remembering
The many times she gave relief and once got
Fifteen quid plus syphilis from a politician
On the other side of town