The driver promised her a car
Another backstreet cruise
Relax just like a movie star
There's nothing left to lose
Maybe there's a gun in her handbag
Or a tiny pack of coke
Cloned and poisoned credit cards
Stolen from some bloke
A mobile phone a side door key
Appointment card for surgery
A photograph of you and me
We'll never really know.
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