Ladys of the night offering solace to lonely men
Giving meaning to thier sad and lonely lives
Some who otherwise would have never known a womans touch
Other who no longer enjoy life with their wives.

Ladies of the night with hungry children
Offering themselves, their souls, out of need
To unthankful strangers who use and abuse them
The women only think that now her family can feed.

Ladies of the night in the company of soldiers
Strong Dublin accents in retort to Cockney chatter
Drunken soldiers dissapear into dockyard corners
As long as the soldier has money to the woman it does not matter.

Husband is gone, amybe dead, maybe drinking
Children sleeping before Mother home arrives
After selling her dignity, her very soul
Sold her sex to a stranger to survive.

"Montos" gone now, though it lingers on
The oldest profession: prostition,
Controled by criminal pimps as it always was
Fueld by mens lust and womens destitution.

In a notice in a Job Centre in Nevada
A letter from social welfare to an unemployed woman in Amsterdam
Tells of work in a massage parlour
And gives the phone number of the madam.

In the former a college girl facing exams
Wants to work and party hard... she thinks she could...
In Amsterdam the girls social will be cut off
If she does not find work soon, so maybe this is good...

All are sinners, society says, though it is Legal
On the Dutch Window, and the Nevada bunny ranch so clean
In Monto, everyone understands, as do I
But the reason for free choice Ive never seen.

What is it of our society that allows
A woman to sell herself so cheap
To men she otherwise would never have sex with
How can they with themselves afterwards sleep?