Standing, she's standing in the rain again:
Umbrella dripping water down the lamp-post,
Leaning on it, leaning on a lot of things
Just waiting for a job.
Big shame, you can tell she used to be
Pretty enough, two or three years ago
Or maybe six months
Looks a lot older than she is, though
And she's falling apart, but
Doesn't want a night waiting in the rain,
Could she just have a job?
Some bloated middle-aged man wanders over,
She might as well: it's raining
So she goes with him
And I stand, in the rain,
And watch her out of sight.
She's younger than me.