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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 |