Anne Bristow

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tell somebody else cause
you don't wanna hear it through me
remember Annie Bristow
she's working for quid you see
Annie's out on a corner in Leeds
treats it like a pulpit stage
and if it pays for drink and pays for drug
enough to make a decent wage

but you did not hear from me
no you did not hear it from me

she became a prostitute
you did not hear it from me
no you did not hear it from me

Bristow's charged on a misdemeanor
and London gives her grief
gave a custo a battered lip
to prove that he was royalty
but lack of proof, jail times aloof
now the hay bag's back in the streets
works the alley just a regular Judy
making a little bit a quid you see

you didn't hear it from me
did you forget
you didn't hear it from me