She's alone and she's afraid,
he came and went and she was paid.
Now she's sitting on the bed,
she's crouched up, her knees are to her head.
She's been crying, her eyes are moist,
she wished she had a better choice.

When she was little she wanted to dance,
sadly enough she got her chance.

She was kicked out when she was just a girl
and thrust into this cruel world.
She tried to make it as a waitress or a cashier,
but turned to something flashier.

A man said her dream could come true,
sincerely he told her, "I can help you."
So she danced in his club for dollars
and worked among perverted hoots and hollers.
Her dream was reality but not how she wanted,
to meet her goal she had to flaunt it.

She took off her clothes and was paid to do so,
sometimes she'd get high so she wouldn't feel low.
Despite the times she got sick,
she thought she needed the needle's prick.
To support her habit she went to sleep
with men whose pockets were somewhat deep.

Now she's alone and she's afraid,
he came and went, so she was paid.
She cries for the life she has lost
and the little girl she misses the most.
This little girl that was happy and sweet
is now a slut that works the street.

The bleeding in her soul wouldn't stop
so she bought a gun and took a shot.
So now she's lying on the bed,
she's crouched up with a bullet in her head.