The Prostitute And I

In the dark alley along the avenue,
I saw a girl, I think she's new.
I went to her and ask her so.
She told me she was, so it's my cue.

I asked her, "how much are you"?
She said, "I'm free for now, I've a promo".
"And why is that?", I asked her again.
"I'm broke so I could forget this pain".

I grabbed her arms and got in the car.
Drove in speed from the place to the bar.
And then went out after a glass of beer
And drove with me with no trace of fear.

Together she's not a prostitute
And I not a customer in pursuit.
She's broken and so am I.
I'll be happy tonight before I'll die.