Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends for years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such shame
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back
Was a familiar mark as it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video taped scenes
Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save
"Who the hell are you to tell me how to live this life?
You think I sell my body, I merely sell my time
I ain't no cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince
To save me, in fact until just now I was doin' just fine
And on and on...
I know what degradation feels like, I felt in on the floor
At the factory where I worked long before
I took control, now I answer to me
The 50k I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem in that?"
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