Lyric

Through the night

Men whisper about body of ladies

The witch’s cry

It stimulates your wild mind

Every now and again money is more useful than a baby in behind the social

A girl beckons from the showcase

She sleeps with many strangers every night

“Where is my home? Where is my Darling?”

“Thank you for your money”

“Who is the best fucker? Fondle me tenderly

I am a poor girl”

She proudly talked

Foreigners, her boy friend, her father, mother need her body

Her injury is in the deep sea