Lori Meyers used to live upstairs

Our parents had been friends for 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

Brought me back was a familiar mark

As it flashed across the screen. I

Bought some magazines, some video taped scenes

Incriminating act I felt that I could save her



Who the hell 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 waiting for no prince

To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine

And on and on



I know what degradation feels like

I felt it on the floor of 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?