By Freddy forlorn.unicorn@paradise.net.nz
Date: 24 July 2000
Friday Night in Wellington
It's Friday night in Wellington
A girl, a little bit too tall to be pretty
Quite bony
But yet all she sees is fat
Stepping out of the shower
Bruises on her left leg
She doesn't say where they are from
Just denying who she is
It’s Friday night in Wellington
A girl, stepping out of the shower
Naked
So vulnerable
Her only protection
A mask of foundation and lipstick
Sweet scent of whiskey and cigarettes
It' s Friday night in Wellington
A broken man with deep dark eyes
Looking at the girl
With the bruised leg
Smiling at someone
Whose reflection he sees in her eyes
But it's Friday night in Wellington
And nobody cares
About the little deaths
A lot of people died that night
Including
The girl with the bruised leg
And her broken man
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