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Street Monarch...
Street Monarch
She’s the queen of the streets,
with her stockings always torn.
Everyone she ever meets,
sees her shoes are well worn.
With her fake leather coat,
she sits there, and regales.
Her castle has no moat,
it doesn‘t even have rails.
She’ll take you out with a glare,
that would frighten the devil.
You just got to see her stare,
watch the likely lads shrivel.