Roll on your back   Sigh a little, take out a cigarette   Look at him and revel in disgust      It's amazing what a preson can do when drunk      He leans over and gives you a kiss   You turn your head and let him miss   Get off the bed and put on your clothes   A shame your trying to hide, but sadly only he knows      Strap on your shoes and walk out the door   Living on night in the life of a whore   Get in the car and put your head on the wheel      The tears start coming, the moment feeling real      Mascara running down your cheeks   A path of guilt that shows you were weak.