I came to the city from the deep south
When the mills shut down
I married a man who treated me
Like he bought me by the pound
Packed my bags and left
With just 20 dollars in my purse
Took a lot of jobs
Went from bad to worse
Now my money’s gone
I’m lying here on this lumpy bed
Now, I don’t know if I’m better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room, west side, east side
Men knocking at my door
Hotel room, west side, east side
And I don’t care anymore
Then I met a guy smooth as silk
In a midtown bar
He told me with my good looks
I’d go very far
I didn’t know what he meant
I thought he was heaven sent
Till I found out his sweet talking
Added up to street walking
That was the part, it finally broke my heart
I’m lying here on this lumpy bed
I don’t know if I’m better off
Alive or dead
Hotel room, west side, east side
Men knocking at my door
Hotel room, west side, east side
And I don’t care anymore
Don’t care anymore
Money’s all gone
Don’t care anymore
Men knocking at my door
And I don’t care anymore
Doris Duke, eigenlijk Doris Curry geheten, 1969. Succes was haar niet beschoren, toepasselijk wellicht.
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