We have often walked down this street before,
And that's why the people call us streetwalkers and whores
First we do a guy,
Then we go get high
Twenty bucks, On The Street's, What You Give

We are ghetto girls, without fancy gowns,
And the John's don't press for high class in this part of town
Prostituition pours
Out of many doors,
Twenty bucks, On The Street's, What You Give

We know no towering feelings,
Just exist, and hope to survive
Mean pimps and pushers keep dealing,
In the morning, if your lucky, you"re alive

With the cops we share, they don't bother us
Get our dinners at the mission, ride the metro bus
Do a trick, get high
till we quit or die,
Twenty bucks, On The Street's, What You Give