| Amy’s younger than the face she’s got | 
| Walking, hoping to make a little cash tonight | 
| She’s dead inside, hoping for another life | 
| Lipsticks redder than her blood, redder than her heart | 
| Everyone knows when she’s in town | 
| Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man | 
| Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out | 
| She cries in the night | 
| How has she got to this? | 
| She got it from her mumma, her mumma said | 
| «Take this bag to calm your head» | 
| Mumma, take this back | 
| Look where she is and she can’t turn back | 
| Mumma, her mumma said | 
| «Be a good girl and earn your bread» | 
| Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this | 
| Amy’s tired, more tired than the time it is | 
| Early hours of the morning, hoping to go | 
| She’s angry inside, hoping for another life | 
| But the men got love, and the money’s alright | 
| Everyone knows when she’s in town | 
| Her heels hit the ground, calling out for another man | 
| Dear God, dear God, she’s calling out, she’s calling out | 
| She cries in the night | 
| How has she got to this? | 
| She got it from her mumma, her mumma said | 
| «Take this bag to calm your head» | 
| Mumma, take this back | 
| Look where she is and she can’t turn back | 
| Mumma, her mumma said | 
| «Be a good girl and earn your bread» | 
| Mumma, take this back, I don’t need this, I don’t need this | 
| Oh, if only someone | 
| Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight | 
| Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds | 
| Help her out, oh Amy | 
| Hold her tight, tighter than the men tonight | 
| Hold her close, and tell her what her future holds |