She dresses in her short dress
It shows her rounded cheeks
she has to look her best
over low cut shirt ******* peaks
fishnet stockings with snares
Have seen their better days
but the men won't give a care
as long as they get their way

The busy street is her home
the motels she makes the rounds
she doesn't like to be alone
she spends her time downtown
with men who know and who are known
she lies and spreads her legs
for a few bucks to get some drugs
or she's on the corner and begs

She looks old before her time
Covering it with makeup
She thinks she looks sublime
Cause in the dark she gets it up
and takes her cash in payment
She runs to her dealer and scores
Shooting up, lays on trashed cement
among the other addicts and ******

She feels right at home
with winos, drunks and thugs
Because the world
looks like a lovely place
as long as she's high on drugs