The treacherous streetlights
call for the blinders
glaring the dark sides of
the rule of supply and demand
I'll never be street wise
but signs of the times I know
will reveal themselves in beastly shapes
shoved inside a container when fifteen
shipped on board a boat bound for Seville
recycled by the members of the crew
she ends up on the streets of downtown oslo
and defiant and proud she stands her ground at night
and I don't know how she feels but I know it ain't right
Chorus
swinging hips and smiles from ivory teeth
there is a darker story underneath
and you say, "she sure enough makes this part of town look good now"
is it professional face that appeals the most to you
and now swallow hard, play the game, get through the night,
get on
and I don't know how she feels but I know it ain't right