22 Acacia Avenue
(Harris, Smith)

If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice

If you're waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it she'll teach you more than you can know

Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease

Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight

Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay

Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you

22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight

Beat her, mistreat her, do anything that you please,
Bite her, excite her, make her get down on her knees,
Abuse her, misuse her, she can take all that you've got,
Caress her, molest her, she always does what you want

You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away

You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside

All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
 
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