She looked into his eyes
trying to find the truth
or
she already knew the truth,
it was her first time
and from there began her journey...
Now she knows the game well,
she sells her products
and she know what sells high.
Mornings;the market is usually down
sometimes the first timers come by
they are never hard nuts to crack.
Ah! it's only the nights...
dressed she stands
sometimes holding a cigarette
between her touched up lips.
Red...the colour of passion,
psychedellic lights
and I just watch
I am a passerby
who sees her everyday
and she looks into my eyes
and smile
a smile half senile...
