CAROLINE'S ACCORD
she's a pretty puzzle
with her picture painted on the box
a pretty puzzle
but her pieces are a paradox
her best friend is heroine
her only friend
except for caroline
on the corner always looking for the cops
she's a capricorn
as she crawls the city blocks
she's a prostitute
her only friend is a whore
and a worn out drug
oh, what a joy
laying low, living lean
looking lovely like a queen
letting out, letting loose
living lonely on the scene
she's her own mistake
and then there's caroline on the corner
she's still looking for the cops
she can squeal with her curly golden locks
she's a renegade
and her only friend is a joke
she never made, always the same
nightly needing needles, no one knows
cuddled close on concrete covered coves
when fighting for thier final fix
they've fallen out of favor
what for?
now thier only friend is a drug
they can't afford,
on caroline's accord