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By Sorrells Pickard Ev`ry night she`s on the corner, She`s got her business in the street. Her smile may make you think that you can own her, But that smile`s reserved for ev`ryone she sees. Woman of the night, i`ve heard them call her, But she`s still a woman when morning comes around. She walks through the market as a lady And she`s kinda nice to have around. She`s a woman of the night and i love her, Altho` her love, my silver doesn`t buy. It`s worth the rain to have a little sunshine And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry. I`ve seen them pay for her affection, But when morning comes, no one calls her name. She wakes to find no sign of appreciation, Still she isn`t wearing any shame. She`s a woman of the night and i love her, Altho` her love, my silver doesn`t buy. It`s worth the rain to have a little sunshine And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry. She`s a woman of the night and i love her, Altho` her love, my silver doesn`t buy. It`s worth the rain to have a little sunshine And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry. She`s a woman of the night and i love her, Altho` her love, my silver doesn`t buy. |