another hooker got busted
another hooker got busted on 96th street
and she's sittin' in the back of the cruiser
and her dough girl partner is in mourning on the comer
wondering where the magic man is with the money
that she'll need to get back on the street
to go through this all again
another hooker got busted on 96th street
and the sun's breakin' hard like an oven gone breserk
with street john's laughin' cause they ain't in the backseat
then frownin' cause they realize the saddles in the barn
and the unmarked car is sitting like an elephant
with a cookie up its ass on the comer
another hooker got busted
and no one's laughin' or helping or bending for another look see
and her brothers in the park sleepin' off a walker
cause he found a five spot in the alley
yea, another hooker got busted on 96th street
and her makeup's bleeding down her indian face
and her hair's a nest of despair
and the windows are rolled up
the door is closed up
and you wonder what she's thinking
and you lean back on your chair
order another blue label
and go on with your romance of drinking
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