Lyrics:

THE PROSTITUTE:

Hey Snow White and the Harlem Knight

You make a perfect pair

Skin and bones and a hatchet faced homes

Hey, what you doin' 'round here

Why don't you go back to Central Park

Or stick around and see why love is art



In my sin I've sunk right in

I finally understood

Why all the geeks and the Catholic Priests

They love to do us good

Maybe you would like some at my cost?

Or maybe you and the white shadow should go get lost



'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine

I'm sick of you runnin' me down

I'm sick but maybe there's something

That can still save me from the depths of this town



One more time I'll speak my mind

And then you'd better go

Before Sad Sam and the backdoor man

Make me wish I'd just said no

I might come to your meeting in the park

But now I've got to work it's getting dark



'Cause I'm sick of pity and morphine

I'm sick of you runnin' me down

I'm sick but maybe there's something

That can still save me - That can still save me



SNOW:

Come you worn out weak and tired

To this meeting in the dark of the night

And you'll walk in the light

Yes, you'll walk in the light



If you're addicted and afflicted

My name is Snow and I've the gift and the sight

And we'll make it alright

Yes, we'll make it alright