She was sick and tired of country life
A little country home, a little country home
Made her blood run cold
Now her mother pines her heart away
Looking for her child in the big black smoke
In the big black smoke
Frailest, purest girl the world has seen
Well she slept in cafes and coffee bars and bowling alleys
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes
Ah, she took all her pretty coloured clothes
(In the big black smoke) In the big black smoke
(In the big black smoke) In the big black smoooooke
Smoooooke, smoooooke, smoooooke, oh oh, oh oh