Roxanne's Reply

You're not the first to want to 'save' me
To take me from night to day
To make me exclusively all yours
Get your kicks without having to pay

I should be grateful to get off the streets
From this red light and out of this dress
To not have to sell my body
Allowing any man to abuse or caress

I know that you think that you love me
But it's jealous infatuation, no more
You say that you won't talk down to me
Won't treat me like your personal wh**e

It's not an ideal life, I know
But I depend on no one but me
If I let you come to my rescue
You'll never forget my history

I'll get off the streets in my own way
I won't tell anyone how I earned
Make a fresh start with someone new
They'll never know the tricks I turned

So thank you for your kind offer
It's what every street girl dreams of
But this is not Pretty Woman
And this will never be love.