Which Way Does The Girl Turn?

we are all prostitutes
but especially you
if a single thought in your head
was worth a feast
then a poor man could starve
on a girl like you

you've got some nerve
you useless man
there was a song
a bird singing it
but you shot it down
to spare yourself the racket

i think if i did point my gun
at your pretty face
and told you, "create a diversion!"
you'd yell, "FIRE!"