She´s a girl who likes her living
  never tired of always giving
  faceless men pay for the pleasure
  and the nights go on and on
  
  Walking the streets
  for a handful of money
  love don´t come cheap
  with a heart of gold
  she´s indiscreet
  
  But to me, girl, it´s funny
  that they pay for the love
  of a girl with a pure
  heart of gold
  
  She ain´t hungry for a lover
  when it´s over, there´s another
  loneliness won´t be a problem
  when the nights go on and on
  
  Walking the streets
  for a handful of money
  love don´t come cheap
  with a heart of gold
  she´s indiscreet
  
  But something about her makes me cry
  the light is fading from her eyes
  memories of girlish purity
  where love surrenders
  
  … and the nights go on and on
  
  Walking the streets
  for a handful of money
  love don´t come cheap
  with a heart of gold
  she´s indiscreet