Missus here was once born on the right side of the tracks.
Used to play the piano but boys only in tag.
But now she's become of legal age she's donned her leather slacks.
And steady as she goes you'd say there is no turning back.
Raving through her life, high on all the goods faith lacks.
Big on sin and evil but wisely keeping off the crack.
Guilt not in her repertoire as she didn't give a heck
About both breaking hearts and causing several to attack
Prancing when the sun's out but prowling in night's black
Keeping women's wrath at bay, vastly surrounded by her pack
Yes, once she was still proper, merely waiting for her Jack
But now she's ruling Old Town in her tattered leather slacks.
-Ace Dia.
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