Streetwalker knows how to strut rightnShe knows the truthnBad boys walking through the corridornGod knows what they're gonna do.nnDarkness paraded across the headlines,nLittle girl stolen from her bedroom,nHomeless, beat to death, or put outnHopeless, greedy and cruel.nnOh why can't I feel for you?nMy heart is so black to younnHer head was spinning like a hurricanenTina was singing her namenOld men like to rape her in the red lightnShe's too young and numb to complainnnLittle boy bought at the age of six,nDown the street he's wearing a dressnLook at his face, you won't see no innocencenHe's got so much experiencennOh why can't I feel for you?nThey lie, what can I do?nnOh Love, set me free!nSet me free!nCome on and set me free!nnOh Lord, set me free!nSet me free!nCome on and set me free!nnUnderground, the German CasanovanUnderground, The Panamanian QueennHe whispers, Down here, the law will never find you.nDown here I am your God and KingnnIt's a sin to sit and just do nothing,nThere's a special place in hell for menOh God I just gotta do somethingnI swear to God this is happeningnnOh Love, set me free!nSet me free!nCome on and set me free!nnOh Lord, set me free!nSet me free!nOh, it could have been me.nnOh Lord, set them free!nSet them free!nIt could have been me.