Walking through the avenues,
Blue skyscrapers smirk at her thin wax legs
Shown behind her too-short skirt
And thighs marked with soot and bruises

She pays for gas with two quarters, a few dimes and a penny,
Seeing the reproach left in the eyes of the gas station pawn
Watching her come, day in, day out
Clinging to different men each time

Her car sputters clouds of grime,
Taking her to places of cheap glamour and one-night stands
And she takes it,
Thinking it will just help her in weaving her web

And as she lays in bed
With another Tom or Bill at her side
She begins to wonder
Where she went wrong
Somewhere between the waterslides and that one night in the hallway

But she lays there, she lays there,
Not dreaming of a better life,
Not wishing it could all be changed,
Not wishing to go back to what was before.
She just tries to get swept into the covers,
To live a life between the sweat stains and the wrinkles.
Because maybe, maybe that’s all there is
For the avenue girl in this lifetime.