Life was never good to her
Her suffering started when she was born
Her mom was a famous whore
Her dad abandoned her at a very early age
She grew up among poverty and despair
The world didn't respect her fragility
She learned that the human being
Was a blood-sucker
Her little heart hardened as the years went by
When she was fifteen, she'd already followed her
Mom’s footsteps
Her name was remembered everywhere she went
Invading even the imagination of the purest souls
She had become the victim of the streets
A few could pay
The ticket that would take them to heaven
Her sculptured body was worthy of applause
Those who tried it never forgot it
She was the victim of the streets
She was the sin of the flesh