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
Working The Streets