Bag lady, stretching her legs in the pond
Washing her feet cause she ain't got no shoes on
Shaking her head and contemplating her thoughts
Thinking this is the life the wages of her sin bought
She has no home and no car and no man
This is the life she chose because from the rest she ran
Bag lady sleeps alone, all alone with her voice
Bag lady, miss independent, all a product of choice
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