Letras de Atlanta Song

I met her in Atlanta, she was a-dancin′ in a cafe
With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye
You could tell she was not happy by the way she kept on starin'
Past the other side of nowhere at a man she′d like to try
And the makeup she had painted could not hide the youthful
Motions of her body from the music or the crowd
I stared like all the others with my right hand in my pocket
While she showed us everything the law allowed

Twenty bucks an hour later in our one-bedroom apartment
I was feelin' weak from all the seeds I'd sown
She was sweet, she was gentle as she introduced my body
To some pleasures it had never ever known

When I woke up in the mornin′, she was a-layin′ there beside me
Like a kitten with her face turned to the sun
And a look of satisfaction on her lips that made me wonder
If she ever felt ashamed of what we'd done

So I left her in Atlanta, she was a-dancin′ in a cafe
With a price tag on her body and a tombstone in her eye