Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such thing [as shame] It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life? You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time. I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince, To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine. And on and on..."
"I know what degregation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem?"