Don’t let it break you, girl
The forlorn world
Stabbing its venomous fangs
Like daggers down your throat
You must trade
Your careless laughter
For the stranger’s pleasure
Every night-
A Satan’s delight
Can you sell your skin?
Can you fake some more?
You ain’t the prettiest, you know!
They say, that woman next door
Makes a better whore
Makes a better whore
Don’t let it break you, girl
This forlorn world
Beneath your tainted bosom
Beats your heart of gold
