Her heels clicked and clacked
Along the side walk
And her heart turned to black
As her **** talked

Fifty if you want a spin
He sneered and hustled
Even more if you want in
And her feathers ruffled

The ****** bag quickly dealt
With the customer
It never mattered how she felt
No one trusted her

Her eyes darted to the left
As she planned her escape
What some thought of as theft
She could call ****

She teased the man in room
Left him distracted
Told him she'd be in soon
After she practiced

Awakened and sober
She grabbed the knife
Quietly killed her lover
And gained a life

Now, suddenly free and alone
She never thought
Her body could be her own
And no longer bought

With nothing left to give
She no longer cried
The woman would live
While the ****** died