Streetwalkers - Parisienne High Heels lyrics

Chapman-Whitney Watching you strut down, town on a sidewalk, on the west side Carrying a switchback, blade and your talkback, contraption's a snide Parisienne high heels reflects on the car wheels, reflecting a ride. You're out on the street, walking work hustling meat for your man hanging 'round He likes his cool suits from your a** shaking loot, that man he ain't proud He's ready to rip-off, he heard from a tip-off of an easy, easy shake down He heard from a tip-off of an easy shake down. (Mother of pearl) who harbours the girls (Father of time) who collects every dime (Sisters of mercy) oh, showing a heresy (Son of a b**h) he won't see it that way When you're standing on corners, trying to look horny Glance for a John who's ready to pay. Hey, ha! It's fight for your rights, a few yards in the night just for making ends meet Got your man watching over, case some strange interloper decides it's for free He knows all the tricks and he's in there so quick, it'd knock your a** right into the street So it'd knock your a** right into the street. (Mother of pearl) who harbours the girls (Father of time) who collects every dime (Sisters of mercy) oh, showing a heresy (Son of a b**h) he won't see it that way When you're standing on corners, trying to look horny Glance for a John who's ready to pay. Mother of pearl who harbours the girls, yeah Father of time who collects every dime, yeah Sisters of mercy, showing a new way Son of a b**h he won't see it that way, no no no When you're standing on corners trying to look horny, oh yeah yeah yeah Glance for a John who's ready to pay.