The Girl On The Door

How can you say to the girl on the door “You’re beautiful” or “Sweet”?
And make her feel human when you man you met her
When she was dressed up as meat

It’s on her mind, it’s on her time
It’s on the last shift of her night
It’s on your mind to say she’s one of a kind
But she won’t believe you when you tell her

You fell in love with the girl on the door

What must she think when she sits down to drink
And sink with those guys in the suits
Will she think of escaping for once
Or just making enough for her to shoot

‘Cause it’s on her mind, it’s on her time
It’s in her veins nearly every night
She works so much her wage is never spent well
And shit’s the only thing the people she knows will sell

You fell in love with the girl on the door