Lyrics:

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