Empty Lives

stiletto heels

ruby lips

micro-mini

'round her hips

works the bars

works the streets

works to please

the men she meets

on the corner

'neath the light

in the shadows

of the night

silhouettes

of strangers pass

one acquaints

the painted lass

from her stand

into his car

drive away

but not too far

in the park

beneath a tree

he is she

and she is he

a thousand times

a thousand men

a thousand ways

and then again

she walks away

hours 'til dawn

to the corner

then he's gone

back at home

his wife asleep

into their bed

the man will creep

souls adrift

in stale skies

broken hearts

between the lies

lonely men

lonely wives

lonely people

empty lives