words by Tony and Brendan©

THERE’S A CHILD OUT ON THE STREET,

LOOKING COOL AND NEAT, 

HANGING ROUND THIS PART OF TOWN 

SAYING MISTER PUT YOUR MONEY DOWN.

YOU PASS IN HORROR SHAKE YOUR HEAD, 

WHY ISN’T SHE TUCKED UP HOME IN BED, 

TRY TO PUT IT FROM YOUR MIND, 

DON’T BE CONFRONTED BY THAT KIND,

THE STORY HITS THE PRESS NEXT DAY

‘ A BODY FOUND IN ALLEY WAY' ,

NO IDENTIFYING MARKS 

SHE TOOK A SHORTCUT THROUGH THE PARK.

THE PHOTOFIT YOU SEE ACROSS THE SCREEN, 

MAKES YOU THINK YOU ARE HAVING A BAD DREAM, 

THE VOICE RE ECHOES THROUGH YOUR HEAD, 

PLEASE MISTER LET ME WARM YOUR BED, 

MY MAMA NEEDS ME TO SUPPORT , 

THE TRENDY DRUG THAT GIVES HER COMFORT, 

AND LIKE A GOOD GIRL I MUST OBEY EVERYTHING MY MAMA SAYS. 

YOU CAST YOUR MIND BACK TO THAT TIME 

TRY TO RECREATE IT ONE MORE TIME 

WHICH 3 PIECE SUIT ALONG WITH YOU , 

COULD NOT RESIST OR DIDN’T TRY TO. 

NO EULOGY FOR THIS FORGOTTEN MITE, 

JUST ANOTHER DAY IN PARADISE? 

THIS COULDN’T HAPPEN IN OUR TOWN,

JUST REMEMBER PUT YOUR MONEY DOWN.

THE CHILD OUT ON THE STREET, 

IT COULD BE YOU IT COULD BE ME ,

JUST MIGHT NOT BE SO LUCKY NEXT TIME.

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