BODY FOR SALE

Bills need to be paid that's what she said 
Food on the table Charlie needs to be fed
He's growing up fast and is very nearly four
Kissed him goodnight and left the front door 

Left with no choice her body was for sale 
Was open to offers for every paying male 
Every night the same at just after eight 
Street corners or dock side she began to wait 

Five hours later Charlie still fast asleep 
Into the front door she began to creep 
She hated herself for what she became 
The oldest profession gives anguish and shame