Shoreditch Anthem

Hair put up to save the wash,
Slap put on, to snare the posh
No safe house no comfy bed
Heels so high the corns have bled
Boob tube top and midriff bare
Skirt so short thighs feel the air
Slug of gin to kill the cold
Couple more to make her bold
She’s ready now and on her way
Good punters now this time of day
Whistles come from up above
Car slows down “ you working luv?
Open door she slips inside
Gain some money, lose some pride
“Hand jobs ten and French a score”
“Thirty gets you plenty more”
Park up in some quiet Mews
Thirty quid and one big bruise
Legs spread wide in some old motor
Four more and she’s done her quota
Home now, place looks like a tip
Puffy eyes and swollen lip
I’ll stop this soon” she speaks her lies
In another room her baby cries
“Mummy’s here babe, home again”
“You’re worth it babe, worth all this pain!”