In a hotel room I sit
On a bed that remains unmade
With crumpled money lying at the end of it
Being payment for my trade

The neon light outside the window
With a steady hum, it drones
These hotel rooms have now become
What I call my second home

No "homeliness" about them
Just a cold and empty room
No love could possibly live here
Only rats among the gloom

The men that come to use me
They are drunk and couldn't care
They've abused my once beautiful body
My soul now remains cold and bare

I don't know what the meaning of love is
Those emotions I no longer feel
Won't somebody take me away from this "life"
Please tell me all of this isn't real

My pimp, he sometimes abuses me
He says "Make sure you treat the customers right"
But who is going to take care of me
As I cry throughout the night?

A normal life is all I ask for
Just the simple things I crave
If I keep on travelling down this path
I may end up in an early grave