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Natasha

She came to the city, left the farmland behind

Eighteen years old, excited to find

A life so much different to the one she had left

Not knowing that soon, she'd leave her family bereft

 

Into the night scene, she found a place

Where she could be she but at a price

Swiftly the attention of those with intentions

Was drawn to the beautiful, naive Natasha

 

Soon she was plyed with alcohol and drugs

Made her dance like the willow, sensual and free

When the doors closed she danced alone

Encouraged  by those who would take her down

 

They said she could work at Belle de Jour

Make easy money, free smarties and coke

What she did in the bedroom was down to her

The girls would show her how it was done

 

As time went by she was much in demand

Made lots of money, thought her life was in hand

An upscale apartment, a yellow sports car

Mother's little helpers making the past so afar

 

These places were illegal and the police would raid

Warnings would be given when Mr Big paid

But that night they arrived and barged through the door

The buzzer went off, but too late for Natasha

 

It was the weekend when she was arrested

And three nights in jail, in a cell she spent

Released on Monday, she made her way home

The court date ahead and then all would know

 

Behind closed doors the shame took its toll

Her family would know, they had never been told

The place she had left was pious and sheltered

Never would they have imagined the life she had entered

 

The pills and the vodka were placed on the table

The balcony open, the sun shining through

She walked to the railing and down she went

Ten floors to the pathway, her young life spent

 

I'm so sorry Natasha

 

 

 

◄ Corona - The Homeless Man

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