Christmas Card From A Hooker In Minneapolis (hey Charlie, i'm pregnant...)
hey Charley I'm pregnant and living on 9-th street right above a dirty bookstore off Euclid Avenue I stopped taking dope and I quit drinking whiskey my old man plays the trombone and works out at the track.
he says that he loves me even though it's not his baby and he says that he'll raise him up like he would his own son he gave me a ring that was worn by his mother he takes me out dancing every saturday night.
hey Charley, I think about you every time I pass a filling station on account of all the grease you used to wear in your hair I still have that record of Little Anthony and the Imperials but someone stole my record player well, how do you like that?
hey Charley I almost went crazy after Mario got busted so I went back to Omaha to live with my folks but everyone I used to know was either dead or in prison so I came back in Minneapolis this time I think I'm gonna stay.
hey Charley I think I'm happy for the first time since my \"accident\" I wish I had all the money we used to spend on dope I'd buy me a used car lot and I wouldn't sell any of them I'd just drive me a different car every day depending on how I feel.
hey Charley for chrissakes do you want to know the truth of it? I don't have a husband he don't play the trombone I need to borrow money to pay this lawyer and Charley, hey I'll be eligible for parole come Valentines Day.