Harleys Girl by The Truants Lyrics

Harley's girl
Well she's just his type
Her arms got tracks, got a monkey on her back
Oh you know what he likes
Harley's girl
Well she just ain't right
She's got real short hair and a tough-guy stare
And they call her a dyke

But sometimes she cries up in Harley's room
Over shit that goes on at night

Is she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?

Harley's girl
Liked to scratch and bite
Yeah that bitch could scream and make a scene
You know she just ain't right

Harley's girl
She put up a fight
Therе's bruises on her cheeks and bloodstains on the sheets
Oh you know what hе's like
And sometimes she cries up in Harley's room
Over shit that goes wrong at night

Is she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?

Harley's girl
She left one day
She cut her hair
She went away

Harley's girl
Now she's in his dreams
He can still taste her tears, and he'll always hear
The way she screamed

Harley's girl
Well now she's gone
But he's hoping she'll come back some midnight black
And bring a gun

And all of us saw the bruises but we
Never did a thing

Was she one of the boys
Or one of their toys?