The silence, echos, high heel shoes squeaks
Then the music suddenly pauses for the show
It starts with the pimpish bosses and the geeks
Suddenly I began to wonder to myself, how?
How did I unwillingly become a sex slave
Can somebody tell me where I live?
Why have not a soul to tell me be brave
Tell me, do everything you can to keep alive!
Now is the time to question sex slavery
Can somebody tell my mama to keep fighting
Have I not a father to free me from my misery?
Beyond my will somebody sold me, I'm missing
Roll calls from the pimpish boss of bosses
I was born free but now I'm a sex slave,
Who is to be held accountable for the losses?
I need freedom, I need to say bye and wave
Upside down, for many hours I would hang
From the steen of the stainless steel pole
Making sinful moves, making my body swing
Holding firm to dear life as I played my role.
How did I become an object of pleasure
Can somebody kindly answer my questions?
Why have I not a soul to help me find closer
To tell me sister, here are better options!
How soon did society forget to fight for me too
Can somebody please hola at the government
Tell them I am a woman, not an animal in the zoo
A statement against sex slavery is a moral statement!
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