savoy brown
poor girl
This is a story 'bout a poor girl, a story that you ought to know  She lived all alone in a one room flat on a street where the lights are low  Every night about the same time she'd go and put her glad rags on  Go to the place where everyone goes to Boogaloo all night long   She's a poor girl  Born and raised in the country she got tired of pushing a plow  She take my train to the city and mother you should look at her now  With her rattlesnake boots, elephant bag, genuine crocodile hat  Around her neck to top it off she even wears a persian cat   She's a poor girl  That was the story of the poor girl but now she uses her head  She's back home working on the land instead of playing in bed  The fast life she was living took her as it's prey  Now she's back in the country getting fatter every day   She's a Poor Girl