Bright young woman [bad word] from home 
With her life in her hands 'cause they gave her such a bad time
Just a part-time lover and a full-time wife 
With her heart in the dark and her head out in the daylight
Every small-town mother had [bad word] on her lips 
"I could tell she was trash from her head to her fingertips"
Now and again when she disagreed 
It was an [bad word] melody

Shame was [bad word] for the lady to beat 
It left a fire in her belly and a pain in her feet
Friends can be found on the lowest avenue 
You never ask for a name when they offer you a lean-to
Now and again when she disagreed 
It was an [bad word] melody

Working the week-end - tricks in the park 
Over exposure - meat for the sharks 
Turn out the headlights - pull up the car 
Business for pleasure - life after dark

There was Willie the Man with his wallet and charm 
He left a smile on her face and a mark in her arm
And every Saturday night when the girls gave their best 
He was hustling trade for the kid from out West
Now and again when she disagreed 
Just an [bad word] melody

One thing she learned was never give It away 
They can take what they want just as long as they pay
Now all that remains of that small-town life 
Is a letter from home and a look in her eye 
Now and again when she disagreed 
It was an [bad word] melody

Working the week-end - tricks in the park 
Over exposure - meat for the sharks 
Turn out the headlights - pull up the car 
Business for pleasure - life after dark