DESCRIPTION:
A pretty girl
on the street corner
Claims to be a prophet
Shell tel you your fortune for a dolla
If you see the police please holla
You know what you can spare
Come on its only a dolla

Pretty baby , shes working for love
casting spells,
lifting curses for love
Pretty baby , shes searching for love
uses magic, tell you how to find love

And her boyfriends a real fly away
Never more than a cry away
And her boyfriends a real fly away
Who thinks he is a god
Pretty baby , shes working for love
casting spells,
lifting curses for love

And shes tired of sleeping
on the streets of hell
People at home are sitting pretty
dont they know about this hell
shes tired of sleeping
on the streets of hell
And every time she tries to run
He goes and grbs the gun And says,
; next time youre gonna die
Next time you try
( solo)
It aint Christmas in the city
And the real life aint as pretty
As the picture post cards said
Its just crying and a lying
and a million dreams a dying
Each and every day

Pretty baby , shes searching for love
uses magic, tell you how to find love
He used to love her
Three long months ago
When he found her down by the depot
Wher the buses and the peacocks roll in
And each time she tries to run
He goes and grbs the gun And says, ;
next time youre gonna die
Next time you try
Pretty baby , shes working for love
casting spells,
lifting curses for love
Pretty baby , shes searching for love
uses magic, tell you how to find love
Pretty baby , shes working for love
casting spells,
lifting curses for love
Pretty baby , shes searching for love
uses magic, tell you how to find love

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