Dirty Trick
It’s 3:15 am and you’re out walking the street
Been a long night for you, treated like fresh meat
Only sixteen, shaking your stuff for the boys
Moving that tight can with your bag full of toys
A john here and there, what the hell, just another lay
Use me, rape me, push it in deep, whatever you have to say
Your old man’s got three other tarts; it is his trick of the tail
All young hot girls on the street, fresh meat for sale
You’re just another runaway, sometimes getting beat
Too close to the fire, you’re gonna get burned, you don’t even feel the heat
One night a trick goes bad, they find you the next day dead
The last thing going through your mind was something your momma always said
Baby girl, don’t get yourself in the world alone and lost
You have no idea what it will do, no measure of the cost
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