As I was out walking on a corner one day,
I spied an old bimbo, in a doorway she lay.
Her face was all grounded in the sidewalk floor
and I guess she'd been there for the whole night or more.

Only a bimbo, but one more is gone
leaving nobody to sing her sad song
leaving nobody to carry her home.
Only a bimbo, but one more is gone

A blanket of newspaper covered her head,
as the curb was her pillow, the street was her bed.
One look at her face showed the hard road she'd come
and a fistful of coins showed the money she bummed.

Only a bimbo...

Does it take much of a woman to see her whole life go down,
to look up on the world from a hole in the ground,
to wait for your future like a horse that's gone lame,
to lie in the gutter and die with no name?

Only a bimbo...

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