Walking home from a dangerous party
I thought I had seen the last of the thrills
But you, old friend, were a disturbing sight indeed
Fishing for twenty dollar bills
I know it was you on the corner
Flaunting it under society's floor
And though sex is not my favorite weapon
I still could never judge a whore
I found your picture in the yearbook
The shock had triggered a memory
Yeah, I know none of us ever expected
That you'd do even worse than me
I know it was you on the corner
Flaunting it under society's floor
And though sex is not my favorite weapon
I still could never judge a whore
I had a dream we loved each other
It took place in 1993
I never told you
The frail, revealing truth
There's nowhere else I would rather be
I went running back to the corner
I'd got up the guts to rescue a whore
I was all open ears
Ready for trust and tears
But some lucky man just had to score