She had to wear that dress tonight
She had to put on that red light
She had to walk the streets for money
She had to be every man's honeyMen, young, married or old
Her beauty was sold for an old man's gold
Like a bird in a gilded cage
Fulfilling desires since a young ageWealth, luxury and vanity
All these things can't buy her key to liberty
But if it does, where's this woman's dignity?
A past that will haunt her throughout eternity👯💃
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