she wasn't born in that brothel I'm told   well aware of where she was   well aware of where she'd end up   in what position   dressed in red down on her knees,   she'd done this sort of thing before   choking back on this disease   dressed to kill      to die for [x4]      her pretty face hides the demons inside   the kind that haunt her in her sleep   she was found face down in that ditch   her skirt hiked up   dressed in red down on her knees   she'd done this sort of thing before      make up   chases the tears down her face   the handprints left on her throat   he hits her she'd ask for more   he hits her she'd ask for      just, a little slut   she lost, a little slut   she lost, a little slut   she lost...      her pretty face hides the demons inside   the kind that haunt her in her sleep   she was found face down in that ditch   her skirt hiked up