Prawling round with beady eyes
Mister undercover
Late night brawls, street lights call
He don´t need a lover
Misunderstood by womanhood
Mortgage is a millstone
Think of lies & alibis to cover up at home
Are you alright girl, for tonight girl
Just give a little. I will give a lot
Are you a nice girl, Just-the-type girl
You have got the drug & I need a shot
Seedy hotels, crooked motels
Short-time letch, a special
Twilight-life as a ten minute wife
All so artificial
Rejected maligned by all mankind
Hypocrictic bullshit
Tell me who has rich, Now who has the bitch
Keep that red light lit
When the men come to town
When they are looking in the bars
and they are crawling in the cars
and they lay they are money down
When the men come to play
When their business day was done & they are looking for some fun
You take their money & you blow them away
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