the camera clicks
and she smiles so sickly sweet
with her knees on the sheets
and she greets the eyes
that glide all across
the flesh that she can't hide
can't hide no more
and when she looks
into the blinking lens
it's so hard to send any kind of life
out into the shining lights
it's so hard to try
in the street outside
they're gathered far and wide
she's so sure
she knows deep down inside
they're gathering far and wide
to bring her life
the blinking eyes
of the men who sit there
in sweating skin
have seen everything
and this one's sweet
she's such a tender thing
but nothing more
than the eyes have seen before
and promises sworn
in the grey light of dawn
of images that soar
great visions of porn
are casually withdrawn
hastily reborn
and they bark and they claw
at the trails of endless meat they're shredding
fearsome and forlorn
like the dogs outside an essex wedding