In the mirror putting my lipstick on, thinking where did it all go wrong, Drying up my shameful mascara crying eyes, thinking about the monster who told me all of his lies, I feel like a zombie soldier to the underground sex scene, The images looking back are sleazy, dirty creature fiends, But...
Friday night lights gives my baby a fighting chance, It might not be safe, my life is in the street's hands, I don't see it, as selling my body to the devil, I see it as giving my daughter, the earth's heavens.
I'm not saying what I'm doing is right, I know I'm a slave to the x-rated lights, My baby needs fed and watered and the sacrifice is, that my sexuality gets slaughtered, I have no means to become holier-than-thou in a certain profession, All I know, that after the bright lights and dark times, this is my confession.
The grand illusion to the mass prostitution, this is my squalor education, When he's on top of me parading his masculinity, my blood ferociously raging, The money changes hands as he talks about his egotistical plans, But the only loving thing I believe in is my wonderful, beautiful creation.
Friday night lights gives my baby a fighting chance, It might not be safe but my life is in the street's hands, I don't see it as selling my body to the devil I see it as giving my daughter the earth's heavens.
So with my little girl in loving arms, this is the reflection I want to see, They can control me, bruise me, but it's my heart they'll never steal, My heart is mine but I share it with her, she is in my soul and we'll never be alone, For today is a dull and wet morning, I cradle the sun within my arms, I'm giving her my loving arms...
(C) Wayne Stubbs.