Well some folks get lucky, but only a precious few.
Born into money, and kept clean as the dew.
But there are no silver spoons on the wrong side of the tracks,
just a rusty old fork stuck square in your back!
I was bruised and battered,
confused and shattered,
I had no strength left in reserve. (In reserve!)
I was but half a man until you took my hand
You're still twice the woman I deserve.
And there in the gutter is where I drew my first breath.
The minute I started living, I started praying for death.
Cause there were just no footholds to help me over the wall,
And the farther I climbed up, the harder I'd fall!
I was drunken and disheveled, hand in hand with the devil,
Not a useful bone in my body, or so the prostitutes would say.
But you gave me a home that I could call my own,
so far and away from my destitute days!