with high heels and streached black skirt 
the lowly girl sets out to work 
a fiver here a tenner there 
she really hasnt got the heart to care 

for her its business for him it's sweet joy  
paul, brent or is it roy 
for him shes just a toy 

a toy, she could have been so much more 
a doctor, a lawyer or even a consort.
if she died tonight who in hell would care  

she is thrust against a wall 
with no care for her soul 
but they came and went, 
now her time is really spent 

with high heels and painted face 
she is lost without a trace