She puts on her work clothes, fishnet panty hose,
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She’s got a nickname that everyone knows at the Gentlemen’s club
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She clocks in at midnight, even though it never feels right,
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Makes her money one dollar at a time.
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Without the makeup, nobody knows her name,
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She wears the pain
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Black tears, rollin down, from the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town
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She reveals, they all cheer, then she cry’s,
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Black tears
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Jealous of the innocent, sometimes she’s convinced,
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The boss man is still a friend she needs.
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She’s tried everything, cheap sex and cocaine,
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Anything to hide the pain for a little while
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Wrong kind of famous in her momma’s eyes, you can tell she knows it when she cries,
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[Chorus]
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Black tears, rolling down from the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town,
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White lights on the mirrors, just won’t hide,
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Black tears
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She tries and tries so hard to get away
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But everybody’s watching,
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[Chorus]
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Black tears, rollin down, from the eyes of an angel in a sinner’s town,
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If all the pain could just disappear she'd quit cryin, shed quit cryin,
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Black tears
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Black Tears
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