There was a girl out on the east city streets
I couldn’t tell if she was nice or mean
But I knew her skin sweet as a peach
Then I felt a lustful sin
My heart was burning (I want her)
My eyes were yearning (I like her)
There was a girl out on the east city streets
I couldn’t tell if she was nice or mean
But I asked her if she’d be with me
And then she touched me
She said she was too old at 21 and I only
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