Prowling 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 and alibis to cover up at home Are you alright girl, for tonight girl Just give a little. I'll give a lot Are you a nice girl, Just-the-type girl You've got the drug and 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's rich, Now who's the bitch Keep that red light lit When the men come to town When they're looking in the bars and they're crawling in the cars and they lay they're money down When the men come to play When their business day was done and they're looking for some fun You take their money and you blow them away
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