Hooker
(säv. Jallu Korpi san. Zimi Söderberg sov. Wolfmen)

You can call me – on your telephone
I’m a bad boy – with a heart of stone
Buy me a drink and gimme shelter
Let me cry, on your shoulder
Don’t tell me your name – it’s all the same…

“ From the gutter, down the drain
from the cradle, to the grave”
-I’m ready to go-

One night motels – I wake up alone
Beaten up – I’m feelin’ so cold
With some lipstick on dirty sheets
Hands are shakin’, on the dead end streets
I don’t remember your name – it’s all the same…