Child of the night...
Roxanne
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You dont have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You dont have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You dont care if its wrong or if its right
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
I loved you since I knew you
I wouldnt talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I wont share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once
I wont tell you again
Its a bad way
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
- - The Police
**************
Tonight, I was driving home from hitting some stores (and a book store - duh!) and I was going through a bit of a bad area of town.
I looked out of my car window to see a prostitute, walking the street. It was *obvious* she was a prostitute. The problem was she was extremely young, and extremely pretty - why do I think it's a problem? Well first of all I guess because I felt she was way too pretty to be selling herself. Secondly, she seemed so inexperienced, that she could barely walk in the 5-inch-high-heels she was wearing.
It was sad. She looked like a 'Barbie-doll-of-the-night' (Geez can you imagine: 'It's hooker Barbie, complete with her pimp, Krazy Ken')
*sigh*
Poor kid. I wish I had the money to pay to keep her OFF the street. Like "Here's $50 (Note: I am sure this is not enough money for her) - "go home and buy a newspaper on Sunday and get a 'safer' job."
But that isn't going to happen, is it?
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
Those days are over
You dont have to sell your body to the night
Roxanne
You dont have to wear that dress tonight
Walk the streets for money
You dont care if its wrong or if its right
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
I loved you since I knew you
I wouldnt talk down to you
I have to tell you just how I feel
I wont share you with another boy
I know my mind is made up
So put away your make up
Told you once
I wont tell you again
Its a bad way
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
Roxanne
You dont have to put on the red light
- - The Police
**************
Tonight, I was driving home from hitting some stores (and a book store - duh!) and I was going through a bit of a bad area of town.
I looked out of my car window to see a prostitute, walking the street. It was *obvious* she was a prostitute. The problem was she was extremely young, and extremely pretty - why do I think it's a problem? Well first of all I guess because I felt she was way too pretty to be selling herself. Secondly, she seemed so inexperienced, that she could barely walk in the 5-inch-high-heels she was wearing.
It was sad. She looked like a 'Barbie-doll-of-the-night' (Geez can you imagine: 'It's hooker Barbie, complete with her pimp, Krazy Ken')
*sigh*
Poor kid. I wish I had the money to pay to keep her OFF the street. Like "Here's $50 (Note: I am sure this is not enough money for her) - "go home and buy a newspaper on Sunday and get a 'safer' job."
But that isn't going to happen, is it?
posted by Colette at 10:06 PM
2 Comments:
I have a soft spot for Hookers.
The last winter I spent all strung out on dope one took me in and cared for my pathetic ass.
Her name was Dianne, she was a tall red head, built like an amazon.
She fed me, took me off the street, I lived with her for a couple months.
She would even call home from the pay phone on her street corner late at night to see if I was ok.
Kevin
Dear Mr. Beard....
Too late, I fear you are truly a dick - but then what else is new.
For your info 'dick', I have always posted lyrics on here AND - I have always given the people who wrote them credit, AND since they are all over the internet I highly doubt that people aren't going to use them....
My point to the other 'dick' was that I WANTED CREDIT if he used my writing - that's all...
Now, if you are going to leave shitty remarks on my blog you can go somewhere else. No one wants to hear it - I've go an idea - do it on YOUR blog - oh wait no one can get to your blog...hmmm
No great loss I am sure.
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