A song about a sex worker from a man’s point of view; condescending and selfish. It centers his feelings as a bystander instead of the sex worker’s, with a hasty sympathetic line thrown in.
She's got magic in her fingertips
She's turning me on now
Rubbing shoulders but not kissing lips
I'll get her home somehow
She's turning heads like a whiplash
You know she's not to blame
I've got to wonder where you come from, baby
With that name
Sister, sister
You have all the fun and
I insist you leave some for everyone
I know, I know it's a cruel world for you
Sister, sister
Imagination getting fired up
She got the money to burn
I come to see you say you won't mix with me
Baby, it's my turn
Sister, sister
You have all the fun and
I insist you leave some for everyone
I know, I know it's a cruel world for you
Sister, sister
You have all the fun and
I insist you leave some for everyone
I know, I know it's a cruel wold for you
Sister, sister
Can't stand to see you fall apart
Something has touched my hollow heart
And I can't watch you do this to yourself
Sister, sister
You have all the fun and
I insist you leave some for everyone
I know, I know it's a cruel world for you
Sister, sister
You have all the fun and
I insist you leave some for everyone
I know, I know it's a cruel world for you
Sister, sister
Sister, sister
Sister, sister
I know, I know it's a cruel world
I know, I know it's a cruel world
I know, I know it's a cruel world for me