We were hurrying along the road
My parents and I
In the winter of 1998
And I saw a naked lady plastered on the shop window
I think she was german
My mother snatched my hand and pulled me away
She hissed at me not to look
My father and uncle gave me a dissaproving look
And I hung my head down, ashamed

Later they warned me about whores and easy women,
Women of the night
And prostitutes. Wicked women who will
Burn in hell for eternity

Then they gave me away to a man
In the name of God
Whose smile I didnt recognise
And his bed is near
And now
I am the prostitute.