About a girl whom I don't know. |
Under dim lights of my city streets There stands a woman with a purpose With a grin in her smile And an anxiety on her face As her cloths sticks to her skin She takes some steps towards the road Her instincts are real perfect Oh she looks ready like any other night She’s crazy and she wants to get wild Under pale lights of my city Myriad gaze falls upon her But she’s not bothered As she’s quite sure about her A car stopped near her She bends over the window And the engine roared in the dark She’s quite sure of her As she fixed her price with a smile In the backseat there’s the king for tonight He will rule her as he likes Same old scream and grin Will roll back like every other night She spends her day in dust of disarray As dusk calls in another night Reflection of her face on her mirror Oh, there she is The Queen of my city, ready to go On the road again She gives in to a man’s libido Night after night As sweat pours from all her pores She remembers her old man Her dolls and her little red cloak She was her daddy’s girl A little girl with dreams To be a woman someday Now no one sees her as a woman Does she feels herself to be? All that remains are scars in and out From a violent night out And she smiles and says “I’m an entertainer, a star I’m the Queen of my city” |