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I came into the city
From the deep South
When the Mill shut down
I married a man who treated me
Like he bought me by the pound
Packed my bags and left
With just twenty dollars in my purse
Took a lot of jobs
Went from bad to worse
Now my money's gone
I'm lying here on this lumpy bed
Now I don't know if I'm better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room
West side, East side
Men knocking at my door
And I don't care anymore
Then I met a guy smooth as silk
In a midtown bar
He told me with my good looks
I'd go very far
I didn't know what he meant
I thought he was heaven sent
'Till I found out his sweet talking
Added up to street walking
That was part that finally broke my heart
I'm lying here on this lumpy bed
I don't know if I'm better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room
West side, East side
Men knocking at my door
And I don't care anymore
Don't care anymore
Money's all gone
Don't care anymore
Men knocking at my door