I've got... a story to tell ya
Bout a little girl I know
She was mean... a bad seed baby
I met her at a show
She said
well come on tony
Come on back to my place
But when I got there
She got crazy
Gettin off her face
She did smack
She
did speed
Only thing she didn't do was what I need
She did lines
She did base
She couldn't function she was off her
face
And then... she started tryin'
To get big t in bed
I said baby... your dyin'
Call a f*****g doctor instead
She said...
well come on tony
Come on back to my place
But when I got there
She got crazy
Gettin off her face
She's a
junkie
She's a junkie
She's a junkie
She's a junkie
She's a junkie
She's a junkie
I've got... a story to tell
ya
Bout a little girl I knew
Well she died.. an overdose did her
And she was twenty two
A life of needles... and a pipeIn her
arms or on her lips
A sweet chick
With f**k all sense
Always off her tits.