Ghost By Day

A candle burns in the blackness of night

Sirens race by under neon and street lights

Another hotel room a small lust filled fright

Will she surrender will she give up without fight?

The pills they come in red and blue

She prefers the needle to heal her wounds

Nerves wound too tight time to pay her dues

A little nose powder sends her to the moon.

She can be an angel to fulfill your darkest fantasy

She also is the mistress but she don’t work free

Have her any way you want her she will let you go quite deep

No need to worry about falling in love ‘cause she ain’t for keeps.

Shattered dreams

Broken glass

Streetwise little whore

A lady who acts with class.

Dying junkie moans down the hall

In every corner the roaches crawl

moans of pain and ecstasy go through the walls.

Cum filled rubbers on the floor

Another knock at the door

It guarantees her another score

Distracted from her soul that’s torn.

The breaking of dawn

Johns are all gone

Money is counted another night won.

She opens the door the sun hits her face

This game makes her strong

She feels no disgrace.

At night she will be back out to play.....

For she is a ghost by day.