sightseer in the middle of the night
but can you make it when we turn on the lights
street walker in the middle of the day
been up all night trying to earn your pay
mama told you when you ran away
i've been on this corner so long
but it's no one's guess who's the next blonde
street walker in the middle of your life
every day is like shooting dice
you carry yourself like you carry a knife
fast talker in the middle of the street
trying to hustle everyone that you meet
sooner or later everybody gets beat