Whatever They're Paying Yo(It Ain't Enough)

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Whatever They're Paying You(It Ain't Enough)Midnight on the streets and those hookers' fake jewelssparkled like lights in the devil's arcadeher wig was crooked...those heels were killing her feetwhen she sold herself haunted eyes wrote the receiptscracked hand mirror and a little more rougethe Jacksons in her purse were a chilly refugeshe tried to hide her reliefwhen she saw that badge and cuffshe said, "Honey, whatever they're payin' youit ain't enough"that unmarked Ford snaked through misty boulevardshis car was plain but he couldn't mask his heartone long red light and that old cop opened upabout beating hubcap thieves with billy clubshe wouldn't be rousting working girls at nightif he hadn't turned his partner in and testifiedtears smeared her thick red rougeand though she had it roughher whisper said, "whatever they're payin' youit ain't enough"a kindly priest visits precinctsand he goes cell to cellhe preaches hope not hadescos they're already in hellhis home's a storefront churchold whores saved his only wagebut godly living, keeps on givingand no one can ever saywhatever they're payin' you it ain't enough(c)2005 Robert George