I came into the city From the deep South When the Mill shut down I married a man who treated me Like he bought me by the pound Packed my bags and left With just twenty dollars in my purse Took a lot of jobs Went from bad to worse Now my money's gone I'm lying here on this lumpy bed Now I don't know if I'm better off Alive or dead Hotel room West side, East side Men knocking at my door And I don't care anymore Then I met a guy smooth as silk In a midtown bar He told me with my good looks I'd go very far I didn't know what he meant I thought he was heaven sent 'Till I found out his sweet talking Added up to street walking That was part that finally broke my heart I'm lying here on this lumpy bed I don't know if I'm better off Alive or dead Hotel room West side, East side Men knocking at my door And I don't care anymore Don't care anymore Money's all gone Don't care anymore Men knocking at my door