Navigating into poor-man’s Leonard Cohen, Nick Cave territory here; I love Shawn Nourse’s brushes on the snare. I met this young woman many times, in many places, in many guises. I hope they made it.

Lyrics

Love’s Been Sold
Garrick Rawlings ©2007

The tattoo on her back, rides squarely upon her crack
And the rings that she chose, to poke through her nose
Tell a story with her pose, in very hip clothes

Her daddy never made it, she learned young to fake it
The quest in her eyes, tell urgent little lies
And the apple of them eyes, is a rather “interesting” guy

Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme
She don’t matter, she don’t try
Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold
Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold

The cell phone in her ear, makes conversation queer
The collagen in her lips, provide much bigger tips
Which she plans to invest, in silicone for her breasts

Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme
She don’t matter, she don’t try
Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold
Long ago truth be told, love’s been bought, love’s been sold

The orbit of her ass, give Levi’s a little class
And her silver studded belt, hide feelings she once felt
And the tattoo on her back, rides squarely upon her crack