| Standing on the corner, waiting for who to come by |
| You laugh only to cry and aid the blind |
| Let’s go, girl |
| If mother only knew you lived through all the books she hid |
| Them that can’t do, teach, your pimp has said |
| And you’re a pro, girl |
| Now if flesh were the only thing you sold, might be all right |
| But for just five pounds, you also sell a smile |
| Mothers warn their kids Watch out for this |
| Red lights change slow |
| Pro-girl, you know girl |
| Sell your soul for a sum, and it’s taken by a john |
| Bargain well, girl |
| Now you want a life of loving, and it can be bought, although |
| Some of the best things in life are free |
| Don’t blow it, girl |
| Mothers would but daren’t be you, keep it locked with guns |
| They say Something must be done! but send their sons |
| So show it, girl |
| The headlines scream about your life, and they pretend to see you |
| Make you lie about the why of what you are, don’t scream, girl |
| Serve them all, have a ball |
| Writers dream, but only you know |
| Pro-girl, you know girl |
| Sell your soul for a sum, and it’s taken by a john |
| Bargain well, girl |
| And you’re looking for a man who won’t want to buy your time |
| You’re searching down an alleyway, a garbage can |
| Forget it, babe |
| It hurts to say you work your way on through the streets of hell |
| Only looking for yourself to put up on a shelf |
| Don’t let it, babe |
| You’ll find a guy, a god, and it must be love this time |
| Laying at your side, his shadow splits the night |
| Then waken in the morning, God turns on his side |
| Says How much do you get, girl? |
| Pro-girl, you know girl |
| Sell your soul for a sum. You’ve been taken by a john |
| You bargained well, girl |
| What more do you have to sell |
| Pro-girl |