Lyrics Close Call

She was born on Brighton Pier
To a gypsy mother and a bucket of tears
Her good looks could have sailed a ship
But her will alone could have sunk it

Funny thing about money for sex
You might get rich but you die by it

It's going to be a close call
Going to be a close call

Tell me now what would you do
Hanging back with the brutes
Hustling a pickpocket
That's no way to get rich

It's going to be a close call
Going to be a close call
Going to be a close call
Going to be a close call

Businesswoman with good sense
If you live at all, you're going to die by it
Funny thing about money for sex
You might get rich, but then

It's going to be a close call
Going to be a close call
Going to be a close call
Going to be a close call