Bright young woman came running from home   With her life in her hands 'cause they gave her such a   Bad time    Just a part-time lover and a full-time wife   With her heart in the dark and her head out in the   Daylight    Every small-town mother had a rumour on her lips   "I could tell she was trash from her head to her   Fingertips    Now and again when she disagreed   It was an interrupted melody    Shame was a runner for the lady to beat   It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet    Friends can be found on the lowest avenue   You never ask for a name when they offer you a lean-to    Now and again when she disagreed   It was an interrupted melody    Working the week-end--Tricks in the park   Over exposure--meat for the sharks   Turn out the headlights--Pull up the car   Business for pleasure--life after dark    There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm   He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm    And every Saturday night when the girls gave their   Best   He was hustling trade for the kid from out West    Now and again when she disagreed   Just an interrupted melody    One thing she learned was never give It away   They can take what they want just as long as they pay    Now all that remains of that small-town life   Is a letter from home and a look in her eye     Now and again when she disagreed   It was an interrupted melody    Working the week-end--Tricks In the park   Over exposure--    these lyrics are submitted by burkul