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Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such thing as shame It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her "Who are you to tell me how to live my life?" "You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time." "I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..." "To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine" And on and on I know what degradation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem?