In through your window at night, stars are shining bright
I see your silhouette and my blood begins to rise
Don't know what is it that you do
Little prostitute I offer you a pleasure bribe, ten bucks I'm inside
I look into your widened eyes, how many other guys
Are gonna see and be with you, can you tell the truth?
Don't know what is it that you do
Little prostitute I offer you a pleasure bribe, ten bucks I'm inside
Doesn't take much money to put you in your place
I've got one half hour to not look at your face
The time I pay for you is through, what else can I do?
I turn and walk on down the street, I'll be back next week
Don't know what is it that you do
Little prostitute I offer you a pleasure bribe, ten bucks I'm inside
Writer(s): Thomas Glenn Goodin, Stephen Lewis Jackson, Todd Bryan Eckhardt
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