She's got a small, slow-beating heart,
Stained blood is running trough her veins;
If I'm a junky boy, she is a junky girl,
But I love her anyway.
She's weak and thin, and on her pale skin
You can see scars and sins that she made;
Though she's a prostitute and AIDS positive,
I would give my life for her last shot.
I always found myself in her dead eyes;
Only with her I don't live in lies.
My junky girl is my whole world!
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