She doesn't know in which bed she will lie
She doesn't know which food she will buy
She knows that she's walking on the way
She has a hard life, I don't care anyway

My girl, she's satisfied
I kiss her lips and make her mind

She spends her money in a dress
she doesn't fit
And every night
she's on a car's black seat
The girl in a rolls-royce
it's allright to me, yeah
While she brings me money
I just wait and see

My girl, she's satisfied
I kiss her lips and make her mind

She comes alone when her jobe's done
Looks at the mirror and finds nothing at home
She cries to the world in her bed every night
Then she turns and sleeps
holding the pillow tight

My girl, she's satisfied
I kiss her lips and make her mine