K.C. JONES
 

On the streets,

An' all alone.
 

Just skin an' bones.
 

She'll take you all the way.

But you can never take her home.
 

For just one more hit,

Through your fingers,

She will slip.
 

Just another,

K.C. Jones.

Very naughty,

But oh so nice.
 

For another twenty,

She'll do you twice.
 

Her body's hot.

But her hearts cold as ice.
 

'Cause it can't be bought.
 

Just another,

K.C. Jones.
 

She'll get you up.

An' bring ya down.
 

Fill her cup,

An' watch her drown.
 

See her walk,

The corners,

Downtown.
 

Just another,

K.C. Jones.

Copyright © 1993 by Alexander McDonald

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