Simone Ran

I made a mistake once,
As big as could be.
A mistake that proved
The end of me.

No food and no shelter,
A hopeless lost case.
Dirty clothes, scruffy shoes
And dirt on my face. 

Hungry and desperate,
A hobo-turned-thief.
I broke and I entered,
To soothe my own grief.

I should have seen it,
I would if I'd looked.
'Cause next thing I knew,
The Fuzz had me booked.

Called up my girl
From a dark prison cell.
For one last conversation -
My tale to tell. 

And my Simone, she ran, she ran,
And my Simone, she ran. 

The End

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