The girl from Moscow was a troubled child,
Through crack and heroin her childhood was wild.
She lived in squats hustling for dough,
Her childhood was painful, cold and slow.
The girl from Moscow broke free from this life,
She fought off her demons, her troubles, her vice.
She fled from the city from the people she loathed,
Skinny, fragile and scantily clothed.
She worked on the streets to gather an earning.
A new life, new opportunities for that she was yearning,
She skulked over the border and into Ukraine,
To begin her journey, her pilgrimage to Spain.
One night she was out dancing her troubles away,
When a group of young boys invited her to play.
Fearless and brave she went to their place,
Hoping that one of them would cum on her face.
The boys were too busy, too spangled, too high,
The girl felt unwanted and started to cry.
All she wanted was sex and this she did stress,
But instead of sex, all night she played chess.
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