They grew up fast, they grew up pretty

These are the gals of the neon city

They make some money plying their trade

Giving their best to the men they laid

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Perform a service, easing mens’ lust

They just keep going until they’re bust

You may judge them sinners, to me they’re saints

Sore feet in high heels, face full of paints

 

Don’t dare question why they chose this life

You don’t want the answers nor the strife

Men do abuse them, more’s the pity

Protect the gals of the neon city!