PQM - You Are Sleeping lyrics

You are sleeping [x?]

You pick up this working girl
Who's hooked on smack
Who hustles and scores
That's all I do, she says
She says, ten bucks for head, fifteen for half and half
She says, three hits a day at thirty-five per
You say, that's seven tricks a day at least
But she says, sometimes I get lucky
Once this guy gives me a bill and a half just to eat me
Only time I ever came

You figure you can save her

You sell your color TV
That keeps her off the streets a whole day
You hawk your typewriter for one jobe
Then your shotgun, your watch
A week later you say, listen I'm a little short
But she says, no scratch, no snatch
You say, look, it is better to give
But she says, beat off, creep

One night they spot you on the street in your skivvies
Trying to sell your shoes
You tell them who you are
But they nail you
Then she happens by
And she says, Christ you look fucked
She says, hang tough

But you don't say anything
You just think, what a bum wrap for a nice sensitive guy like me

You are sleeping [x?]
You do not want to believe