Red & blue lights on the district
On the corner the sights explicit
Over the bonnet, read her rights be specific
Cock in her fuckin' windpipes sadistic
Searchin' the strip, peal off the pleasure
Influence she's under, she feels the pressure
Bargain with her pleas, she'll deal with the measure
She's got you fuckin' hooked, reel in the gesture
Red & green lights, she'll relinquish the sign
Clockin' up sentences, she'll diminish the time
Bendin' over makin' statements, extinguish the crime
In a row of cold cases, she'll distinguish the line
Evidence comes with a sell by date
If she cooperates she won't have to tell all to the tape
She can give clients room but can't cell mate
She got you ona the fuckin' line, you fell for the bait
Legs spread with her hands on the wall
Once she got a whole hole free, she demands her call
With her gentle genital warts, she brands you all
Back on the Magic Roundabout by 6pm, in 6 inches she stands tall