This is just a song that came to me it’s about a woman struggling to make ends meet turning to prostitution
I live in the White House down the street
people ask how I make ends meet
I tell them a pack a lies
about someone who died
I won’t let my son go without
I know if they found out my life would be hell
that it would be the end of our happy spell
I’ve spent lots of my time laying on my back
since my last job gave me the sack
I won’t let my son go without
My mum still thinks I work in admin
I can’t tell her I’m barely paddling
and people buy sex from her baby
it won’t pay the bills being a lady
I won’t let my son go without
I look at him smile
when he puts on his new shoes
and block out the face of the money
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
I won’t let my son go without
