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Prawling round with beady eyesMister undercoverLate night brawls, street lights callHe don't need a loverMisunderstood by womanhoodMortgage is a millstoneThink of lies and alibis to cover up at homeAre you alright girl, for tonight girlJust give a little. I'll give a lotAre you a nice girl, Just-the-type girlYou've got the drug and I need a shotSeedy hotels, crooked motelsShort-time letch, a specialTwilight-life as a ten minute wifeAll so artificialRejected maligned by all mankindHypocrictic bullshitTell me who's rich, Now who's the bitchKeep that red light litWhen the men come to townWhen they're looking in the barsLetras de cancionesand they're crawling in the carsand they lay they're money downWhen the men come to playWhen their business day was done and they're looking for somefunYou take their money and you blow them away From Letras Mania