every things for sale

this is a true tale
about a Thailand girl
and the time when i realized evey things for sale
i had heard the rumors and the tales
about those half boys and girls

it was at this bar where we begin
i had just seen of a bottle of gin
i saw this young girl collecting glasses
she flirted with me and made sexual passes
i was just having fun
she told she was working for her sick mum
she said she came up from the north west
i took a grip of myself, she was a child in a dress

then this fat old English man comes in
and slips some wad, in her tip tin
she takes his hand and goes of with him
Christ! i thought she is only a girl
And then i realized, every things for sale!

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