This is a bit corse but it's a sad song about a prostitute and what it must be like
All in a days work
Standing on the same street corner - every- day
I know what you're thinking ? I know what you're saying
do you really think I want to live this way ?
don't you think that I hate - very single day
Chorus
All in a day's work -With my legs apart
I'm always being somedays tart
Don't you think that the tears don't run at the end of the day
I never asked for this , I never asked for this
I've a kid on the way , no one's gonna step forward and say , I'll pay
Standing on the same street corner again
I know what they're thinking , don't you think my soul sinks ?
every time I get used for money
It would be funny if it was just a game
but it's no game , but it's no game
I've a kid on the way , no one's gonna step forward and say , I'll pay
Chorus
All in a day's work -With my legs apart
I'm always being somedays tart
Don't you think that the tears don't run at the end of the day
Don't you think that I've a heart that gets broken ?
I spend days on my back , where no one says a word
You look at me like I'm the scum of the earth
It's this or not having money in my purse
Standing on the same street corner - every- day
I know what you're thinking ? I know what you're saying
do you really think I want to live this way ?
don't you think that I hate - very single day
Chorus
All in a day's work -With my legs apart
I'm always being somedays tart
Don't you think that the tears don't run at the end of the day
Fades
Chorus
All in a day's work -With my legs apart
I'm always being somedays tart
Don't you think that the tears don't run at the end of the day
