She was a girl, living in a happy little home.
Her father knew well, but her momma threw her out on her own.
And now she's bad, hanging with a bad little crowd.
Saw her at the end of the bar, she stole my heart,
But my friend came to me and said.
You don't want to go with no gangster girlfriend.
You're sure to meet a very tragic end.
Her father knew well, but her momma threw her out on her own.
And now she's bad, hanging with a bad little crowd.
Saw her at the end of the bar, she stole my heart,
But my friend came to me and said.
You don't want to go with no gangster girlfriend.
You're sure to meet a very tragic end.
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