Born in a slum in Rome
Born in filth and rags
You climb the weary road of youth
Alone and often sad
You climb the hills your feet get sore
And then your heart goes numb
And as you reach your teenage years
A whore you do become
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
It’s the same old story
It’s been going for years
Well now all around you men do fall
But you know don’t you know
That you’re just lust’s pawn
The poverty you felt in youth
Well it still plays a part
The poverty once in your purse
Well now it’s in your heart
And when I see you …
Born in filth and rags
You climb the weary road of youth
Alone and often sad
You climb the hills your feet get sore
And then your heart goes numb
And as you reach your teenage years
A whore you do become
And as I see you
My eyes fill with tears
It’s the same old story
It’s been going for years
Well now all around you men do fall
But you know don’t you know
That you’re just lust’s pawn
The poverty you felt in youth
Well it still plays a part
The poverty once in your purse
Well now it’s in your heart
And when I see you …
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