Various Artists - Who Would Imagine a King [Whitney Houston] lyrics

I know a girl who gets off

By sticking needles in her vein

Oh lord what a shame

She's got no money so she turns tricks

And plays dirty games

Oh Lord spare her pain

What she say she do to you

You'd have to be insane

The bathroom stall, her bedroom

The one that's always engaged

She sleeps and eats with the plague

She's got a baby in her belly

But she just don't care

What will become of the pair

Oh Lord what can she do

To get the shit out her hair

To get the shit out her hair

Oh Lord It's not fair

Blues for sister someone

Oh Lord