Friday night lights...

In the mirror putting my lipstick on, thinking where did it all go wrong
Drying up my shameful mascara crying eyes, thinking about the monster, who told me all of his lies
I feel like a zombie soldier to the underground sex scene
The image looking back is sleazy, dirty creature fiends
But...

Friday night lights gives my baby a fighting chance
It might not be safe but my life is in the streets hands
I don't see it as selling my body to the devil
I see it as giving my daughter the earths heavens

I'm not saying what I'm doing is right, I know I'm a slave to the x-rated lights
My baby needs fed and watered and the sacrifice is, that my sexuality gets slaughtered
I have no means to become holier-than-thou, in a certain profession
All I know that after the bright lights and dark times, this is my confession

The grand illusion to the mass prostitution, this is my squalor education
When he's on top of me parading his masculinity, my blood ferociously raging
The money changes hands as he talks about his egotistical plans
But the only loving thing I believe in, is my wonderful, beautiful creation

Friday night lights gives my baby a fighting chance
It might not be safe but my life is in the streets hands
I don't see it as selling my body to the devil
I see it as giving my daughter the earths heavens

So with my little girl in loving arms, this is the reflection I want to see
They can control me, bruise me, but it's my heart they'll never steal
My heart is mine and I share it with her, she is in my soul and we'll never be alone
For today is a dull and wet morning, but I cradle the sun within my arms
I'm giving her my loving arms...