She was born in an oil drum south side of Chicago When East St. Louis was not far away
She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbeds Get around and around till the night became day
The cannery fellows would follow her everywhere From the grocery store to the B.Q.E.
With their hearts all aglow from her icy bag at the stairway Her teeth became tight when her eyes couldn't see
And she told herself that this all was enough For a girl that was born in an oil drum
She had her skates didn't need lots of stuff She didn't need everything she still wanted some
More and more for the better
She had one thing that she liked and she kept around So he'd take it with her to the riverbed
As she skated she thought of a pretty sound That she heard as a girl in her mother's bed
The sound of algo
Breathing another breath in and out
As her lungs expand and contract like they do
And she looked at herself in the eyes of the riverbed
And she saw a girl in which she could see through
And she told herself that this all was enough
For a girl that was born on a dry
She had her skates, didn't need lights, I'm stuck
She didn't need it but she still wanted some
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She still wanted some
She still needed some
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She still wanted some
She still needed some
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