There's a street outside my window
Where souls are bought and sold
And the dream about tomorrow
Is to keep away the cold
The hotel's paid per hour
And the sheets are never clean
The street's like a moonflower
But the blossom's never seen
[Chorus]
It is the famous old profession
It goes with horse or grass or booze
It is for those with no possessions
Who don't have anything to lose
And you might think the business' dirty
Oh, but some sheets are always white
It is the cold old street
Where money buys the right
To have a lover for the night
[Verse 2]
There's a café on the corner
Of this street of give and take
Where the whores buy consolidation
Spending money that they make
But if they still are feeling down
And need another fix
There'll always be a pimp around
To have a lover for a night
[Chorus]
It is the famous old profession
It goes with horse or grass or booze
It is for those with no possessions
Who don't have anything to lose
And you might think the business' dirty
Oh, but some sheets are always white
It is the cold old street
Where money buys the right
To have a lover for the night
It is the famous old profession
It goes with horse or grass or booze
It is for those with no possessions
Who don't have anything to lose
And you might think the business' dirty
Oh, but some sheets are always white
It is the cold old street
Where money buys the right
To have a lover for the night