On the street

She gotta downtown residential apartment, six gun in her bag
A lady-in-waiting to control it and it ain't so bad
She gotta big boy, eyes in the back of his head, don't give a feather or fig
He takes good care of his night streetwalkers, drinks whisky with ice.

I know that it ain't too easy when you're on the street
All kinds of characters that you meet
You know what I mean.

She got insulation for the neighbours, the noise is so bad
Her man keeps such strict accounts of the customers she's had
She get a weekly regular income for the service that she gives
The life she leads is so unlike, the life that she lives.

I know that it ain't too easy when you're on the street
All kinds of characters that you meet
That you meet, they ain't so strict
Well now.

I know that it ain't too easy when you're on the street
All kinds of characters that you meet.

I know that it ain't too easy when you're on the street
All kinds of characters that you meet.

I know that it ain't too easy when you're on the street
All kinds of characters that you meet.