Satan's Delight

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

Don’t let it break you, girl

This forlorn world

Beneath your tainted bosom

Beats your heart of gold