Your hair falls down your back you hair hits the floor
The men they all stare at you the men they you adore
But you just feel the wind and the rain…

Your pimp is kinda hard on you as he puts you out for sale
Each man that purchases you and in the back room you nails
But you just feel the wind and the rain…

As the years go by your beauty your beauty it fades
Your pimp who sold you so well he’ll make no more sales
But you just feel the wind and the rain...

So they can laugh and talk, so they can stare and gawk

The hair it falls down your back the hair hits the floor
The men they can stare at you but you don’t care any more
Just feel the wind, just feel the wind, just feel the wind, the rain…
The wind and the rain