Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing [as shame]
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her

"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?
You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time.
I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince,
To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine.
And on and on..."

"I know what degregation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?"