Poor Girl

This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to knowShe lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are lowEvery night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags onGo to the place where everyone goes to Boogaloo all night longShe's a poor girlBorn and raised in the country she got tired of pushing a plowShe take my train to the city and mother you should look at her nowWith her rattlesnake boots, elephant bag, genuine crocodile hatAround her neck to top it off she even wears a persian catShe's a poor girlThat was the story of the poor girl but now she uses her headShe's back home working on the land instead of playing in bedThe fast life she was living took her as it's preyNow she's back in the country getting fatter every dayShe's a Poor Girl