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She was a big girl,
Six foot three and staring at me.

Her crook'd teeth and her sunburned nose,
Her expanding hips and her oversize breasts
Strangely endearing to the passer-bye.

She came from the tracks
With her punk rock tricks.
Dieing to play her country pop hits.

She was head and shoulders above the crowd.
Her bright dull eyes and long brown hair,
She swayed clumsily as she played her games.
We were all a game,
To this pop country punk rock queen.

The Jersey suburban giant from the railroad tracks,
Stomping around the transmitters,
Playing with dials,
Playing with men.
Playing.

She taught me about dignity and respect.
She taught me about insanity.
She taught me a lesson.