Barfly Hooker

Barfly Hooker

Toss her a dime, she'll tell you her life
Another fifty dollars, she'll be your mother or wife

Nothing can shame her, she's been through it all
If you're feeling sad and lonely, just give her a call

Been used by so many, she walks with a limp
Bruises cover her body, caused by her pimp

Can't remember her real name, used so many before
Reality passes by you, when your occupation's a whore

She's been turning tricks, since fifteen years of age
Lived a life-time of nothing, but heartache and rage

She'll sell you her morals, in the back of your car
Knowing nothing about you, where you're from, who you are

She'll do anything for you, she knows what's what
She'll do anything for you, if you buy her a shot

The barfly hooker, with a tale to tell
The barfly hooker, with a body to sell

The barfly hooker, with her whisky breath stale
The barfly hooker, a body for sale...