Lori Meyers used to live upstairs 

Our parents had been friends for years

Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games

At nine years old there's no such thing as shame

It wasn't recognition of her face, what brough me back was a familiar mark

As it flashed across the screen

I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes

Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her

"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"

"You think I sell my body; I nerely sell my time."

"I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..."

"To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine"

And on and on

I know what degregation feels like

I felt it on the floor at the factory

Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me

The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please

Where's the problem?