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Album: Dying to Live
Trishy little dishy's got a red dress on, silhouette heels and lips so wet you would die,
All the boys in the street at night, hoping little Trishy'll be their dishy tonight,
I wonder who she's seeing tonight - a dozen Romeos standing in line,
Party's over when the sun begins to shine.
She trades her tricks for traveller's cheques,
She won't find love while the meter ticks,
Says, "Talk is cheap; gotta pay to play,"
Whatever happened, to turn a girl that way?
Trishy little dishy's got a big black eye,
Backhanded payment; she wants to die,
All the boys in the street at night, can't they see that Trishy's just a child?
Mama says, "Trishy's out of control; I know she's long gone and lost her soul,"
Daddy says, "She's got to go," but then again, he taught her all she knows.
She trades her tricks for traveller's cheques,
She won't find love while the meter ticks,
Says, "Talk is cheap; gotta pay to play,"
Whatever happened, to turn a girl that way?
Trishy says she's happy to please,
Life's not so easy,
Oh, poor Trishy.
Mama says, "Trishy's out of control; I know she's long gone and lost her soul,"
Daddy says, "She's got to go."
She trades her tricks for traveller's cheques,
She won't find love while the meter ticks,
Says, "Talk is cheap; gotta pay to play,"
Whatever happened, to turn a girl that way?
She trades her tricks for traveller's cheques,
She won't find love while the meter ticks,
Says, "Talk is cheap; gotta pay to play,"
Whatever happened, to turn a girl that way?
But then again, he taught her all she knows.
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