THE PROSTITUTE:   Hey Snow White and the Harlem Knight   You make a perfect pair   Skin and bones and a hatchet faced homes   Hey, what you doin' 'round here   Why don't you go back to Central Park   Or stick around and see why love is art      In my sin I've sunk right in   I finally understood   Why all the geeks and the Catholic Priests   They love to do us good   Maybe you would like some at my cost?   Or maybe you and the white shadow should go get lost      'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine   I'm sick of you runnin' me down   I'm sick but maybe there's something   That can still save me from the depths of this town      One more time I'll speak my mind   And then you'd better go   Before Sad Sam and the backdoor man   Make me wish I'd just said no   I might come to your meeting in the park   But now I've got to work it's getting dark      'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine   I'm sick of you runnin' me down   I'm sick but maybe there's something   That can still save me - That can still save me      SNOW:   Come you worn out weak and tired   To this meeting in the dark of the night   And you'll walk in the light   Yes, you'll walk in the light      If you're addicted and afflicted   My name is Snow and I've the gift and the sight   And we'll make it alright   Yes, we'll make it alright