Dear jasmine young harlot working crowded streets
draped in scarlet colored satin sheets
I'm getting lonely, can you visit me
Dear Jasmine,I know your low on self esteem
you've given up on all those broken dreams
and caught a glimpse of reality
and you know that your running out of time
to tell you the truth, so am I
all the good times are getting harder to remember
so if we're going down, we might as well go together
Dear Jasmine throwing stones and turning tricks
give the old men a pleasure fix
its hell to you, but they get their kicks
Dear Jasmine Its getting harder just to stay alive
whoring yourself in order to survive
it makes life look like such a dive
and you know that your running out of time
to tell you the truth, so am I
all the good times are getting harder to remember
so if we're going down, we might as well go together