I've got... a story to tell ya Bout a little girl I know She was mean... a bad seed baby I met her at a show She said well come on tony Come on back to my place But when I got there She got crazy Gettin off her face She did smack She did speed Only thing she didn't do was what I need She did lines She did base She couldn't function she was off her face And then... she started tryin' To get big t in bed I said baby... your dyin' Call a fucking doctor instead She said... well come on tony Come on back to my place But when I got there She got crazy Gettin off her face She's a junkie She's a junkie She's a junkie She's a junkie She's a junkie She's a junkie I've got... a story to tell ya Bout a little girl I knew Well she died. an overdose did her And she was twenty two A life of needles... and a pipeIn her arms or on her lips A sweet chick With fuck all sense Always off her tits.