corner
waitin' for who to come by
You laugh only to cry and
ain't the blind
Let's go girl
If mother only knew you lived
through all the books she hid
Them that can't do teach
your pimp has said
And you're a pro girl
Now at Fleshworth
the only thing you sold might be alright
but for just five pounds
you also sell a smile
Mother's warned the
kids watch out for this,
red lights change slow
Bro girl, you know girl,
sell your soul for a sum
and it's taken by a John
Bargain well girl
Now you want a life of love
and an academy but although
Some of the best things in life are free
Don't blow it girl
Mother's wood but
Terrence Beale
And keepin' locked in guns
They say something must be done
But send their son so
Show it girl
The headlines scream about your life
And they pretend to see you
Make you lie about the why of what you are,
don't scream
You serve them all, have a ball,
writer's dream
But only you know
Pro girl, you know girl
Sell your soul for a sum
And it's taking my job, bargain well, girl
And you're looking for a man
who won't wanna buy your time
You're searching down an alleyway
Garbage can't forget it, babe
It hurts to say you're working
Way on through the streets of hell
Only looking for yourself
To put up on a shelf
Don't let it, babe
You find a guy, a God
And it must be love this time
Laying at your side
His shadow splits the night
Then waking in the morning
God turns on his side
How much do you get?
Pro -Hool girl, you know girl
Sell your soul for a sum
You've been taken by a John
You bargain well, girl
What more do you have to sell?
Pro -Hool girl