I cry every time I listen to the words of the song Lili Marlene. It dawned on me, many years ago, that the line:
"Maybe tomorrow you'll be blue, but then you'll find a love that's new" could mean that the woman Lili Marlene was a prostitute. I burst into tears, and cried my heart out over this revelation. I envisioned that a young girl who was growing up in the post WWI years in France or Belgium or Germany could have been forced by economic circumstances into the life of a streetwalker, hanging out below a streetlight. That idea will haunt me forever every time I hear the song.