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rebekka bakken - christmas card from a hooker in minneapolis كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
hey charlie, i’m pregnant, living on ninth street
right above a dirty bookstore off euclid avenue
and i stopped taking dope, and i quit drinking whiskey
and my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track

[verse 2]
and he says that he loves me even though it’s not his baby
and he says that he’ll raise him up like he would his own son
and he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother
and he takes me out dancing every sat_rday night

[verse 3]
hey charlie, i think about you every time i pass a filling station
on account of all the grease you used to wеar in your hair
and i still have that record of little anthony and thе imperials
but someone stole my record player—now, how do you like that?

[bridge]
hey charlie, i almost went crazy after mario got busted
so i went back to omaha to live with my folks
but everyone i used to know was either dead or in prison
so i came back to minneapolis, i’ma think i’m gonna stay

[verse 4]
hey charlie, i think i’m happy for the first time since my accident
i wish i had the money we used to spend on dope
i’d buy me a used car lot, and i wouldn’t sell any of ’em
i’d just drive a different car every day, depending on how i feel
[verse 5]
hey charlie, for christ’s sake, if you wanna know the truth of it
i don’t have a husband, he don’t play the trombone
i need to borrow money to pay this lawyer, charlie, hey
i’ll be eligible for parole come valentine’s day

- rebekka bakken

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