That Girl - The Partisans

They’ve got no limitation

Cuz the colour of the cash is calling

And the girl that they’re importing

Has got a number not a name (ain't we all)

In the backstreets there’s a sinner

Where the low life keep on falling

And the victim pays the winner

But the price just stays the same

Tonight come on calling again

The highs and lows of living

Get distant by the day

And all because that girl is called

What no one likes to say

She don’t see the sunlight anymore

They keep her locked up

Closed behind that door

(gotta keep kicking)

The boys in the bar keep talking

About the prize catch the all made

And the pimp just helps them all say

That she’s the only one to blame

In the streets I saw a stranger

She had a lonely look inside

And right behind here was the one

With the aim of his bullet