Working The Streets

The lady of the night
Wears her dress so tight
Working her beat
Up and down the street

Cars drive slowly by
Should they give it a try
This ones a real looker
Too pretty to be a hooker

Neon lights flash off and on
She's waiting for a john
Willing to spend lots of bread
To take her to his bed

This life is really hard
Rather three kids and a yard
A man with lots of love
Treating her just like a dove

Looking old at thirty
Feeling really dirty
Dream of being a family no more
She is stuck being a whore

Each morning feeling like death
There is no future for Beth
If life on the street doesn't kill
The drugs and booze surely will