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Hey Charlie, I'm pregnant
Living on Ninth Street
Right above the dirty book store on 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
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 Saturday night
Hey Charlie, I think about you
Every time I pass a filling station
On account of all the grease
You used to wear in your hair
And I still have that record
Of Lil Anthony and the Imperials
But someone stole my record player
Now how do you like that?
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
This time I think I'm gonna stay
Hey Charlie, I think I'm happy
For the first time since my accident
And I wish I had the money
I 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
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
And I need to borrow money
To pay this lawyer, Charlie
I'll be eligible for parole
Come Valentine's Day
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