In a dimly lit room, on the far side of town

There's a desperate girl with her hair hangin' down

And they're stealing her soul, yea they're bending her will

You can tell by the sound that she's suffering still.

And the money, well she spent it fast

It was far less than she'd hoped

And her pride won't let her lift that phone

To make that call and get back home at last.

So she's sticking around, and she's placing her bet

On the far side of town, well it ain't paid off yet

And she's tending her trade, and she's licking her wounds

On the far side of town, in a dimly lit room.

In a dimly lit room, on the far side of town

There's a desperate girl with her hair hangin' down.

© Mike Simmons/DeSoto Rust 2006