Candlelight, hide my face inside the night,
Of south Chicago winter rain.
And I can see her on the street again.
She's selling her body to the lonely men
But I know that once a week she will be mine.

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And she says "Worry you not, your Mama's home,
don't be afraid of the dark you're not alone
and I will take you to the stars and make your heart sing."
And maybe she ain't no Juliet but in this life you gotta take what you get
And I can sleep well in her arms until the morning.
And maybe I ain't no Romeo, but money talks and her business is slow
And I she can drink away the pain...in the morning.

And as she sleeps, late at night I hear her weep
And talk of things that may have been.
"What happened to my family? The happy little girl that I used to be?
And my swing-set in the yard... in the summer.
And there's no one who's in love with me, no house in the country or by the sea."
I guess dreams can face away hen we're not looking.

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She wonders why her world consists of alley cats and lies
And apparitions from the city.
And as the sunbeams reach her bleach-blond head,
She gathers her clothing at the foot of the bed
She pulls her stockings on to face the morning.
And as I hear her footsteps on the empty stairs
I can tell that the pain is almost too much to bear.
But I smile 'cause she'll some back...and I'll be waiting.

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