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.