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lyrics
She hopes her baby girl doesn’t wake
to find her mothers body
naked in a dumpster
a couple blocks away.
She hates the cold street corner
Where the good, godly people give her those looks
They cut deeper than his hands ever could
She's lost control of her own life
So she takes his wad of cash
and thinks of simpler times
better times
like when she remembered how to love
like when she still had her innocence
and when he's finished she goes back to her corner and does it all again
blame the victim
she's just a woman
she's just a whore
she's just a commodity
and you’re the consumer
who’s gonna give her what you
think she needs
she’s not really a person
just your modern day slave
you say she has a choice
and I suppose she does
accept the money and let you have your way
or face the man who holds the key to her chains
yea, I'm sure he'd let her leave,
let his merchandise just walk away
he respects her less than you
if you can try to imagine that
his modern day slave
well maybe if people didn't treat others like objects
or like something to use and cast aside
maybe if men respected women
if man didn't buy her then man couldn't sell her
then maybe we could free the modern day slave