She was dressed like one,
She was standing there on the corner,
Low cut white tank top,
Short jean skirt,
With red high heels on her feet,
Just outside the convenient store
Under the dim light,
Neon sign buzzing above her head.
She was a lady of the night.

A man with greasy hair,
Baggy jeans with a hole in the knee,
Ketchup stained Led Zeppelin shirt,
And a green toque with a joint sticking out over his ear
Came sauntering down the street,
Passing by each street performer,
He stopped at the girl.
“Everyone’s got their price,”
“What’s yours?”

She whispered into his ear
And they walked off.
Into the darkness around the corner,
Escaping into the night.
She was about to give him
His Red Light Ride…