Twenty Two

She has some spark, her lovely face lights, won't wait in the yard, she hankers for love, the rest of the night, why worry what's above, in a supermarket park, they ask her why, she hangs around the bars, we all need a crust, a trolley suits her fine, forget about doubles, she never walks far, to walk is a crime, each step there's a car, and works without gloves, unlike other times, Okay when it's good, if there's ever a chart, to show us what's right, lets us give marks, then I'm first in line.