Those Prostitutes Will Finally Make You Destitute
There was a cheap bar in New York's skid row
Almost, you were shining there like a rain bow.
People were dancing and sleeping together
Although they know it can't be lasted for ever.
It was you who sought solace in whisky bottle
Smoke a pipe to make a dream in your bubble.
Dance floor called you to set the fire
Where you met a girl you like to hire.
She begged a penny, you told that's alright
It was not a big deal out of your thought.
This was close the mid night
I was alone and waiting for you "my dark night".
Kids slept soon before they saw you father
I couldn't do so coz I use to be their mother.
Still dinner table was set for you
I had nothing since I was with you.
In my heart, I kept your love so tight
I knew it before, our future was bright.
It was your birthday which was a surprise
But you were not home till the sunrise.
You came to family as late comer
Kids cried "happy birthday father".
Tear fell down from your drowsy eyes
Your tongue seemed to have a few lies.
Years passed since that bitter noon
Still you drink, once in blue moon.
Being back to bar, standing a night is no more your dispute
That's how you see those prostitutes may leave you destitute.
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