A figure by the traffic lights

Face washed out in the rain

She's here once more to make her nightly stand

For love and pain

Her story written on her face

Reading between the lines

Still private in this public place

She's carefully designed

Her open secret

A little secret all her own

A little secret all her own

Relying on their charity

To feed and clothe her kids

She holds a card out

To the drivers behind

It's safely hidden

Her little secret

For their eyes alone

A secret for their eyes alone

But she only needs a moment of weakness

Window wound down just a crack

And she'll explode with all that pent up stuff inside her

And attack

With her scissors

And open secret

Secret scissors

Secret for their eyes alone

Sharpened scissors

Sharpened for their eyes