She puts on her makeup
She practices her smile
Shuts up the inner child
Saying it's just for a little while

She waits for her song
Heart screaming this is wrong
And adjusts her g-string
It won't be there for long

She ignores the lecherous stares
Devouring her body, they pay her, who cares
Make them pay, make them pay more
That's her mantra, because she's settling a score

They'll go home to girlfriends and wives
Who will get candy, presents and a little lie
And she goes out to the cold parking lot
Kicking at stones trying to block it all out

Daddy thinks she's a waitress
Mama thinks she's a cashier
But they haven't talked in about ten years

The lie is locked tight in a heart shaped box of fears

Somewhere there's a child with eyes like her own
She drinks to forget him, better he doesn't know
She covers the mirrors to hide from the stare
Those eyes that accuse, the enemy that dares

It was only supposed to be temporary
But the clock has ticked too long already
She searches the crowd for eyes of rescue
But they're only saying one thing to you

They paid the price
They want their waitress,
They want their cashier
Whatever the costume -
Now, go to the rear room, little honey,
It's your personal shortcut to Hell for the money.

At home she rationalizes one more day of life
It's got to be better than all this strife
Where's her Prince Charming, he said he'd be back
But Princess is left naked holding an empty sack

I'd like to pity her and tell her it's all right
But she made her decisions on that fateful night
 
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