I was the girl
The single mother
Where were you
To help with our child
I was the girl
In the beige dress
Picking crops
To put food on the table
I was the girl
With the mother and father
That we hated
So rebellious
I was the girl
Disowned by the world
Because of one night
We spent together
I was the girl
Telling our daughter
Daddy's not coming home
Because he doesn't care