I met her in Atlanta
She was dancing in a cafe
With a price tag on her body
And a tombstone in her eyeYou could tell she was not happy
By the way she kept on staring
Past the other side of nowhere
At a man she'd like to tryAnd the make-up she had painted
Could not hide the youthful motions
Of her body
From the music or the crowdI stared like all others
With my right hand in my pocket
While she showed us
Everything the law allowedTwenty bucks an hour later
My one-bedroom apartment
I was feeling weak
From all the seeds I'd sownShe was sweet, she was gentle
As she introduced my body
To some pleasures
It had never ever knownWhen I woke up in the morning
She was laying there beside me
Like a kitten
With her face turned to the sunAnd a look of satisfaction
On her lips that made me wonder
If she ever felt ashamed
Of what we'd doneSo I left her in Atlanta
She was dancing in cafe
With a price tag on her body
And a tombstone in her eyeAnd I guess she still ain't happy
By the way she keeps on staring
Past the other side of nowhere