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01 Jan 10 - 01:58 PM (#2800881) Subject: Lyr Add: THE STREET GIRL (Bonnie Parker) From: Q (Frank Staplin) Lyr. Add: The Street Girl Bonnie Parker, c. 1932 1 You don't want to marry me honey, Though just to hear you ask me is sweet; If you did you'd regret it tomorrow For I'm only a girl of the street. Time was when I'd gladly have listened, Before I was tainted with shame, But it wouldn't be fair to you, honey; Men laugh when they mention my name. 2 Back there on the farm in Nebraska, I might have said yes to you then, But I thought the world was a playground; Just teeming with Santa Claus men. So I left the old home for the city, To play in its mad, dirty whirl, Never knowing how little of pity, It holds for a slip of a girl. 3 You think I'm still good-looking, honey! But no I am faded and spent, Even Helen of Troy would look seedy, If she followed the pace I went. But that day I came in from the country, With my hair down my back in a curl; Through the length and breadth of the city, There was never a prettier girl. 4 I soon got a job in the chorus, With nothing but looks and a form, I had a new man every evening, And my kisses were thrilling and warm. I might have sold them for a fortune, To some old Sugar Daddy with dough, But youth called to youth for its lover, There was plenty I didn't know. 5 Then I fell for the "line" of a "junker," A slim devotee of hop, And those dreams in the juice of a poppy; Had got me before I could stop. But I didn't care while he loved me, Just to lie in his arms was a delight, But his ardor grew cold and he left me; In a Chinatown "hop-joint" one night. 6 Well I didn't care then what happened, A Chink took me under his wing, And down there in a hovel of hell-- I labored for Hop and Ah-Sing. Oh no I'm no longer a junker, The police came and got me one day, And I took the one cure that is certain, That island out there in the bay. 7 Don't spring that old gag of reforming, A girl hardly ever goes back, Too many are eager and waiting; To guide her feet off the track. A man can break every commandment And the world will still lend him a hand, Yet a girl that has loved, but un-wisely Is an outcast all over the land. 8 You see how it is, dont you, honey, I'd marry you now if I could, I'd go with you back to the country, But I know it won't do any good, For I'm only a poor branded woman And I can't get away from the past. Good-bye and God bless you for asking But I'll stick out now till the last. Typed in her notebook of poems. "slip of a girl"- Bonnie Parker was 4' 11" and weighed 90-100 pounds. Copied from http://texashideout.tripod.com/bc.htm |