“DOWNTOWN STREETS”
It was cold as ice
On the downtown streets
Standing in the corner
On the cold concrete
Standing in the corner
Looking like a fool
No money in my pocket
Not one trick to do
A car pulls up
And i open the door
He asked if I was a cop
I said no I`m a whore
He said how much
I told him a bill
He said get in
I live up the hill
I get in the car
Trying to look my best
When he pulled out
His blage and said
Your under arrest
Michelle Lampart
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