My Little Shirtwaist Fire

By Rasputina

Once it started,
The frail and fainthearted
Just withered to the floor.

Oh so XXX sadly
We examined hands burned badly
By that which no man fears more-

The terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.

My best friend was
Alone in the alcove,
Does anyone see her there?

Such a sweet face,
trapped in the staircase
By the smell of her own burning hair and the

Terrible flames of
All that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.

Glow baby glow as the embers they died there,
Nobody knows what we saw inside there.
Twisting and burning, the girls' fine young bodies

Yes, we're burning can you help us please?
Yes, we're begging, we're on bended knees
Oh, my Little Shirtwaist Fire.

Girls work hard for
Small xxx rewards or
Invitations to dine

Or one kind word from
One who loves them but
What I have earned is mine-

The terrible flames of
all that remains of
My Little Shirtwaist Fire.

Last update: 13 Mar 2007

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