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Woman of the night, I've heard them call her,
She's a woman of the night and I love her,
I've seen them pay for her affection,
She's a woman of hte night and I love her,
She's a woman of the night and I love her,
She's a woman of the night and I love her,
Woman Of The Night
Sorrells Pickard
Every night she's on the corner,
She's got her business in the street
Her smile may make you think that you can own her,
But that smile's reserved for everyone she sees.
But she's still a woman when morning comes around.
She walks through the market as a lady
And she's kinda nice to have around.
Altho' her love, my silver doesn't buy.
It's worth the rain to have a little sunshine
And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
But when morning comes, no one calls her name.
She wakes to find no sign of appreciation,
Still she isn't wearing any shame.
Altho' her love, my silver doesn't buy.
It's worth the rain to have a little sunshine
And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
Altho' her love, my silver doesn't buy.
It's worth the rain to have a little sunshine
And you laugh much louder when you learn to cry.
Altho' her love, my silver doesn't buy.
