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She roams the streets, she claims the night
Feels no guilt after he and his wife had a fight

High black heels and a little skirt
Desperate eyes and a too small shirt

She knows every Billy and every Paul
On occasion she's the cause of a nightly brawl

"Beggars can't be choosers"
She tells herself every night
Especially when she brings home drunken losers
And prays to see another days light

No one's ever asked about the daughter she lost
All she hears is "What's the cost?"

No one cares that she's a victim of domestic abuse
They only care about their own misuse

All they see is her apparent charm
An "innocent" girl who means no harm

They simply see an object of sorts
Stuck in a degrading job
They see the cleavage, the lack of shorts
Not the fact that she's holding back a sob

Don't be so quick to judge
You never know who you're looking at
This is your hint, your nudge
Take it from here, that's that