Treacherous streetlights, con for the blinders
During the dark sides of [bad word] of supply and demand
I’ll never be streetwise, but signs of the times I know
Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes

Shoved inside a container when 15
Shipped on board a boat bound for Seville
Recycled by the members of the crew
She ends up on the streets of downtown Oslo

And defiant and proud
She stands her ground at night
(Somebody will give in)
And I don’t know how she feels
But I know it ain’t right

Treacherous streetlights, con for the blinders
During the dark sides of [bad word] of supply and demand
I’ll never be streetwise, but signs of the times I know
Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes

Swaying hips and smiles from ivory teeth
But there is a darker story underneath--and you say
She sure enough makes this part of town look good now
Is it her professional face that appeals most to you?

And I swallow hard, play the game get through the night
(Get it on now)
And I don’t know how she feels
But I know it ain’t right

Treacherous streetlights, con for the blinders
During the dark sides of [bad word] of supply and demand
I’ll never be streetwise, but signs of the times I know
Will reveal themselves in beastly shapes