Unhappy Hooker
She does her makeup, it's a Friday night
She wears her dress, the one that is so tight
Looks in the mirror with a gentle stare
She's not surprised when she sees no one there
Just two cold eyes
She grabs her bag and she opens the door
Runs down the stairs into the life she ignores
Wondering which creep will try to get her first
The highest bidder who will fill up her purse
She walks into a smoked-filled crowded bar
where everybody knows what you are
What should she do?
Who should she try to be?
Another model from Vanity
She sits down at the bar and checks out the trade
The young, the rich, wherever there's money to be made
Orders her whiskey in a long tall glass
ignoring a man trying to make a pass
He walks up to her sitting there
He takes her hand and caresses her hair
What should she do?
Who should she try to be?
Another lady of mystery
He says he's on business and is all alone
No doubt his wife and kids are waiting at home
She knows he's married, he's made it quite clear
but that's a story she doesn't want to hear
He buys a round and stares at the floor
Feeling nervous, he's never done this before
Asks if she wants to go back to his place
It's close, it's private and they can take off their face
She glares at him and whispers just leave me alone
I know I'm trash, but my heart's not made of stone
Don't want to be the puppet with a faked up life
so go back to that perfect wife
It's Friday night and she takes off her dress
Feelin' so tired and her thoughts in a mess
Looks in the mirror closes her eyes
seeing a vision she doesn't wanna recognise
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