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Northern woman on her knees,
got no money with a family to feed
Her friends are calling “Wer’re Leaving Town”
the bright lights beckon southward bound

There’s lots of money on the street
in the city of glitter where no-one sleeps
You get rich, rich tourists & businessmen
seeking pleasure & eager to spend

You take what work you can get these days
The work may stink but at least it pays
Those bleating moralists can go to hell
If it’s all you’ve got it’s all you’ve got to sell

It’s the love game!

For fifty pence you can take a peep,
other services aint quite so cheap
Victorian values the price to sell,
but do victrian morals apply as well?

Enterprise is all we hear about
It’s what government ministers drone on and on about
It’s service industries they advocate
Lie back think of England, isn’t life just great

On the love game!

Men will always want to pay,
it’s a weakness that won’t go away
Yet people still look down on you,
but really who’s taking advantage of who

The law will still come down on you
You’re the one who’s punished for what you do
Still the customer walks away
But he’ll be back another day

On the love game!

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