Mean concrete got you walkin´ to a place you know
You gonn´ meet your maker when he hands you dough
Late night creature go a walkin´ with her
head hung low
All her features are a talkin´

but´a she don´t know
she don´t know...

High heels clingin´on a pavement streets a glow
hips are swaggerin´ and achin´ to and fro
she don´t need no education
when the streets are mean
he done seen a revelation now
in her jeans
but she don´t know...

How easy it is to make a dollar
when a man gonna give you his wages
just to make him scream and holler
with a number left, left in the pages
but she don´t know...