She slipped on her frayed dress
As she raised from the creaking motel bed
Dark eyes about to rain, ****** lips shaking
She reached out a cigar and puffed silently
Just in time to wake him up
Where are you going? He asked
Far away, far from here, she said
He got his old leather wallet
Pulled a twenty and crumpled it on the desk
She looked indifferently and picked it up
To the cold, hostile September eve she goes
To become someone's woman of the night again
Again and again until there's nothing left of her
Again and again until she has left everything of her to the world