Nightwalker from Old Café by Mollie Ralph

She goes out at night with him
She lets him rub his fingers on her skin
For the price of a few quid
She believes the bruises are so worth it
walks out just after ten
With holes in her tights looking for strange men
Her boobs are sore, and her legs are thin
She never ends the night without broken skin

Night walker
She takes what she can
She’s a night crawler
In the arms of any man
She’s a night walker
Washing blood off her hands

She’s soaring through the night
He picks her up and she asks for a light
The offers good and she don’t look back
Regret kicks in when the room turns black

Night walker
She takes what she can
Shes a night crawler
In the arms of any man
Shes a night walker
Washing blood off her hands

What’s she gonna do now
What’s she gonna see now
What’s she gonna be now
What’s she gonna be now x2

Night walker
She takes what she can
She’s a night crawler
In the arms of any man
She’s a night walker

Washing blood off her hands
Washing blood off her hands
Washing his blood off her hands
Washing blood off her hands

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