Streets of Shame - Wishbone Ash

I was a long way from home, on the streets of shame,

Where the women in cages play any kind of game.

That’s when I saw her, and I looked into her eyes —

I don’t speak the language, but I sure see the merchandise.

Oh, what could I say?

I was hot for you.

When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?

Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

She was a sight, she had a ring right through her nose.

A feeling came over me from my head right down to my toes.

Must have been the voodoo, or that trickery,

Like something in a movie by Rico Fellini.

Oh, what could I say?

I was hot for you.

When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?

Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

Black halter, walk the streets of shame.

Well, I think she knew by now that I was no saint.

Is this the holy cow, waiting 'till I retain?

Left her angel line-up — I was begging her for more.

Standing on the concrete, I’m going to break down the door.

Oh, what could I do?

I was hot for you.

When you walk that way, what’s a man supposed to do?

Tell me where I draw the line, let me have it one more time.

Black halter, walk the streets of shame.