Amys younger than the face shes got
Walking hoping to make a little cash tonight
Shes dead inside hoping for another life
Lipsticks redder than her blood, redder than her heart

Everyone knows when shes in town
Her heels hits the ground, calling out for another man
Dear God, dear God, shes calling out, calling out
She cries in the night, how has she got to this?

She got it from her
Momma
Her momma said, take this bag to calm your head
Momma
Take this back, look where she is and she cant turn back
Momma
Momma said, be a good girl and earn your bread
Momma
Take this back, I don't need this, I don't need this

Amys tired, more tired than the time it is
Early hours of the morning, hoping to go
Shes angry inside hoping for another life
But the men got love and the moneys alright

Everyone knows when shes in town
Her heels hits the ground, calling out for another man
Dear God, dear God, shes calling out, calling out
She cries in the night, how has she got to this?

If only someone, hold her tight
Tighter than the men tonight
Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds