Ghetto girl, some middle-class
Boy’s fantasy.
He
Likes brass,
So will wine
And dine
You. so enjoy your time
And smile
For a while.

He likes a bit of rough
But,, when he’s had enough
He’ll throw you away,
And maybe pay
Cash to keep you quiet.
As there would be a riot
If his respectable mum
Finds out how her son
Gets his fun.

Believe me
Its true,
That you
Wont be
Taking afternoon tea
With his mum.
But you knew
That your fun
Would, one day be done,
Or, perhaps,
Poor ghetto lass
You romanticised
A middle-class
Guy.