Paint

Dolly is selling her dearest possession
Out on the corner of seventh and main
The cherry red paint on her deathly white flesh
Is running all over her face in the rain

Under the harsh light of flickering lamp posts
She lures men in with the promise of fun
Trades away all she has of any worth
And walks the street corners in a world without sun

Dolly is cold in her threadbare attire
Long legs uncovered in stockings in shreds
And passion, while false, keeps her warmer at night
So she finds solace in dirty men’s beds

Dolly stands still at the mouth of the alley
For a moment’s escape she’ll spread open her thighs
Swapping her body for all that she knows
A dime bag of poison, a needle of highs

Dolly is selling her dearest possession
Out on the corner of seventh and main
The cherry red paint on her baby blue lips
Is running all over her face in the rain