I was watching a crime documentary and they showed some real news footage of a crime scene, a murdered prostitute, the reporter described the scene almost like it didn't matter - like her life was worth nothing.
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Smoke in my eyes and the music’s too loud
Thought I’d walk home for some peace
When I noticed you on the corner
You were alone, just like me.
A badge on your blouse just said ‘Annie’
Though nobody called you by name
They say that you’re just a street lady,
No family, no morals, no shame.
But will you be there in the morning Annie?
Will I see the sun shine on your hair,
Or will you leave without warning Annie?
Like you never were there.
I’ve stand on the street corner
So often, that’s where you would be,
And one time when you caught me looking
That beautiful smile was for me.
But will you be there in the morning Annie?
Will I see the sun shine on your hair,
Or will you leave without warning Annie?
Like you never were there.
And the same men who paid you their money,
Are the ones who would call you those names
then they’d go home to their families
And leave you to shoulder the blame.
But will you be there in the morning Annie?
Will I see the sun shine on your hair,
Or will you leave without warning Annie?
Like you never were there.
