Prawling round with beady eyes

Mister undercover

Late night brawls, street lights call

He don't need a lover



Misunderstood by womanhood

Mortgage is a millstone

Think of lies and alibis to cover up at home



Are you alright girl, for tonight girl

Just give a little. I'll give a lot

Are you a nice girl, Just-the-type girl

You've got the drug and I need a shot



Seedy hotels, crooked motels

Short-time letch, a special

Twilight-life as a ten minute wife

All so artificial



Rejected maligned by all mankind

Hypocrictic bullshit

Tell me who's rich, Now who's the bitch

Keep that red light lit



When the men come to town

When they're looking in the bars

and they're crawling in the cars

and they lay they're money down



When the men come to play

When their business day was done and they're looking for some fun

You take their money and you blow them away