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Mumma - text

Amy's younger than the face she's got
Walking, hoping to make a little cash tonight
She's dead inside, hoping for another life
Lipsticks redder than her blood, redder than her heart
Everyone knows when she's in town
Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man
Dear God, dear God, she's calling out, she's calling out
She cries in the night
How has she got to this?

She got it from her mumma, her mumma said
"Take this bag to calm your head"
Mumma, take this back
Look where she is and she can't turn back
Mumma, her mumma said
"Be a good girl and earn your bread"
Mumma, take this back, I dont need this, I dont need this

Amy's tired, more tired than the time it is
Early hours of the morning, hoping to go
SHe's angry inside, hoping for another life
But the men got love, and the money's alright
Everyone knows when she's in town
Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man
Dear God, dear God, she's calling out, she's calling out
She cries in the night
How has she got to this?

Oh, if only someone

Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight
Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds
Help her out, oh Amy

Text přidal DevilDan

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