How can you say to the girl on the door "You're beautiful" or "Sweet"? And make her feel human when you man you met her When she was dressed up as meat It's on her mind, it's on her time It's on the last shift of her night It's on your mind to say she's one of a kind But she won't believe you when you tell her You fell in love with the girl on the door What must she think when she sits down to drink And sink with those guys in the suits Will she think of escaping for once Or just making enough for her to shoot 'Cause it's on her mind, it's on her time It's in her veins nearly every night She works so much her wage is never spent well And shit's the only thing the people she knows will sell You fell in love with the girl on the door