Streets Of Shame

I was a long way from home, on the streets of shame,
Where the women in cages play any kind of game.
That's when I saw her, and I looked into her eyes
I don't speak the language, but I sure see the merchandise.
Oh, what could I say? I was hot for you.
When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do?
Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

She wore a sari, she had a ring right through her nose.
A feeling came over me from my head right down to my toes.
Must have been the voodoo, or that trickery,
Like something in a movie by Rico Fellini.
Oh, what could I say? I was hot for you.
When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do?
Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

Night hawker, walk the streets of shame.
Night hawker, walk the streets of shame.
Night hawker, walk the streets of shame.
Night hawker, walk the streets of shame.

Well, I think she knew by now that I was no saint.
Is this the holy cow, waiting 'till I retain?
Left her little martyr, I was begging her for more.
Standing on the concrete, I'm gonna break down the door.
Oh, what could I do? I was hot for you.
When you walk that way, what's a man supposed to do?
Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

Night hawker, walk the streets of shame.