She's a girl who likes her living
Never tired of always giving
Faceless men pay for the pleasure
And the nights go on and on [bad word] 
Walking the streets
For a handful of money
Love [bad word] cheap
With a heart of gold
She's indiscreet
But to me, girl, it's funny
That they pay for the love
Of a girl with a pure
Heart of gold
She ain't hungry for a lover
When it's over, there's another
Loneliness won't be a problem
When the nights go on and on [bad word] 
But something about her makes me cry
The light is fading from her eyes
Memories of girlish purity
Where love surrenders
...And the nights go on and on [bad word]