Red & blue lights on the district
On the corner the sights explicit
Over the bonnet, read her rights be specific
c*ck in her f*ckin' windpipes sadistic
Searchin' the strip, peal off the pleasure
Influence she's under, she feels the pressure
Bargain with her pleas, she'll deal with the measure
She's got you f*ckin' hooked, reel in the gesture
Red & green lights, she'll relinquish the sign
Clockin' up sentences, she'll diminish the time
Bendin' over makin' statements, extinguish the crime
In a row of cold cases, she'll distinguish the line
Evidence comes with a sell by date
If she cooperates she won't have to tell all to the tape
She can give clients room but can't cell mate
She got you ona the f*ckin' line, you fell for the bait
Legs spread with her hands on the wall
Once she got a whole hole free, she demands her call
With her gentle genital warts, she brands you all
Back on the Magic Roundabout by 6pm, in 6 inches she stands tall