Prowling 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