Prostitute

We stand there on the corners
Red lights above are heads
We smile at all the men
Hoping they’ll take us too their beds

People often stare
With shame up their face
We walk along the streets
looking a disgrace

We get into cars with strangers
No idea what they’ll do
They don’t care about us
All they after is a screw

Some men are really old
Others often really hurt
Some even spit on us
We’re treated like dirt

We don’t look at their faces
You learn to ignore the pain
Taking a shower after every time
Feeling dirty and ashamed

We do it for the money
Just hoping one day
We’ll have just enough
To make a life and run away

But till then we’ll walk the streets
Skirts pulled up high
Waiting on the corner
To screw some other guy