Текст песни
Black of the moon wakes me up
Bruises coloring me
Flirting like a worker bee
Bringing honey to fill his cup
Men after men after men
Nervous signals going wild
Sexual toy in their mind
Docile again and again
Down the light of Market Street
I walk my shame
You did call me sugar treat
Before you came
Sugar, move your ass for them
Pole dance around the street lamp
You are my thing, you are my gem
You wear my mark as a stamp
Down the light of Market Street
I walk my shame
You did call me sugar treat
Before you came
Down the light of Market Street
I walk my shame
You did call me sugar treat
Before you came
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As I return to my base
I see a man with flowers
Some of them don’t wear disgrace
