Four Kids

Vs1 I was left by my man four kids by the age of twenty two

What on this earth was I supposed to do

My body and looks were my only possessions

So I sold them to men to fuel their obsessions

Vs 2 Come close to me and I’ll tell you all bout it

They pay for an hour and then do what they’re told

I’m highly discreet and I’m very elastic

First I make them feel good and then they say I’m fantastic

CH1 [d] So How can you say that I shouldn’t sell myself this way

How can you think (c) I’m happy every day?

Where is my right to make an honest living

(B flat) Not while you stick to the moral high ground

Vs3 I raised up my kids and they are doing well now

I choose my own hours and turn away the drunks

The facelifts and boobjobs have ruined my looks now

But I’m still doing the best that I can

C sect [BRIDGE]

I found my own way and I can’t regret my life now

Some of the men I don’t mind at all

The gentleman pays

He puts his money

On the bed there

Now it’s mine

CH2 [Bb sect] How can you say that I shouldn’t sell myself this way

How can you think I’m happy every day?

Where is my right to make an honest living

Not while you stick to the moral high ground

OUTRO

(F) if you'd been in my shoes I bet you would do the same

There are times I’m enjoying it and then I let you take the blame

Every mother knows - you gotta put bread on the table

Take off your clothes I’m getting on but I’m still able

Story told from the point of view of a sex worker.

Inspired by a working girl of senior years I met who told me how it had come about that she was in the profession. It's about the moral high ground or not. Bit of a taboo subject really.

Ambiguously major/minor in the verses

Recording Nov 2017