Madonna On The Curb

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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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On the curb  of a city pavement, by the ash    and garbage cans
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In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
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There sits   a little lady with brave  but troubled eyes
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And in    her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries

[Chorus]
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She cannot be more than three, but the years go fast in the slums
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And hard on the pangs of winter's cold, the pitiless summer comes

[Verse 2]
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The wails of sickly children she knows, she understands
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The pangs    of puny bodies, the clutch of small hard hands
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The deadly blaze of August that turns men faint and mad,
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She quiets the peevish urchins by telling 'em dreams she had

[Chorus]
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Of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice  and singing fans
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And God   in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man

[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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Of heaven with its marble stairs, and ice  and singing fans
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And God   in white, so friendly there, just like the drug store man

[Verse 3]
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On the curb  of a city pavement, by the ash    and garbage cans
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In the stench of rolling thunder of motor trucks and vans
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There sits   a little lady with brave  but troubled eyes
    D(add9)                    Em/C#               Em(add9)
And in    her arms a baby that cries and cries and cries

[Outro]
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So when you're giving millions to Belgian, Pole, and Serb
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Remember my beautiful lady, Madonna on the curb
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