Must be nice to grow up without sacrifice
I keep thinking it must be sweet
To know you'll never be out on the street

Standing there, your mother said I was going nowhere
I heard her asking how you could love
Such a poor, uneducated slut

I've done terrible things, but I regret nothing
If you'd been where I've been, you wouldn't be judging me

Scene two, we're at the club where you rented a room
Your friend decided to buy me for the night
You kept looking over with those sad eyes
We all compromise

Now he's choking me
Like it's a joke, but it isn't funny
The curtain closes, but it's never-ending
You're drinking, and I'm singing

I've done terrible things, but I regret nothing
If you'd been where I've been, you wouldn't be judging me
How could you be so mean?
How could you be so—

Ooh, ooh-ah
Ooh-ah, ah-ah, ah