she wears a streetlight like a halo of gold for some a sin for him a sight for sore eyes she dont see wicked when she meets it up close say nice to see you through the passenger side angels turning out and making their rounds cross yourself and pray you dont show it laying on her back and shaking him down so break it some more you take your chances on the corner when your rags say down and out her talk is cheap as pretty second hand clothes so lip service him just for the night he feels his pockets and he checks her pulse theres no pleasure in an overdose angels turning out and making their rounds cross yourself and pray you dont show it laying on her back and shaking him down so break it some more you take your chances on the corner when your rags say down and out motel crime scene tape everybody come see dont she kinda look like that girl from the magazine now that shes gone now that shes gone will anyone remember her name now that shes gone now that shes gone i hope she meets the devil with her lipstick on