Standing tall,

Held her head high,

She waited,

As the cars drove by.

She had done so much,

Had received so little,

What else could she do?

Go home?

What home?

There wasn't a home,

Just her and her junk.

A car stops,

The window rolls down,

The eyes roaming from her mini dress to herheels,

Finally he nods,

'Get in.'

She gets in,

He drives,

'Where are we going?' she asks,

He just laughs and keeps driving.

She doesn't know where she is,

But it doesn't matter,

She just wants the junk so bad,

She just don't care anymore.