© Chris Port, 2010, martygull.co.uk.
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Somewhere in a red lit room
Up dark stairs
There’s a girl that I once knew
Selling her thin white wares.
Somewhere in a red lit room
Ceilings stare
And the wet nicotine walls won’t
Look away or care.
Someday she’ll steal a dealer’s car
And drive out where the streetlights are
Behind her.
Where pills are dropped the rainbow stops
The ambulance and traffic cops
That’s where you’ll find her.
Somewhere over a chip shop
Young girls sleep
Men walk out of a chip shop
Why then, oh why can’t she?
If happy little children be
Outside the chip shop
Why, oh why, can’t she?
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