I may be biased but I think this song came out beautifully.
I have to thank everyone for their patience on completing this. It took awhile but finding a steel player (thanks Jim) plus holidays etc. it just took a little longer than normal. Worth the wait though.
James did a fantastic job on the vocals and everyone did some really nice playing on this. GREAT stuff guys & gal!! One of my favourites for sure.
Dave
(Mastered version by CD on page 3 and below) Sounds great. Thanks bro!! Credits
James Ryce - Vocals
Donna Devine - Lyrics
David Patterson - Original Music, Guitars, Bass & Mixing
Jim Terry - Pedal Steel
Jay Schankman - Piano & Organ
Dietmar Rothermund - Piano & Organ
Marc Meeker - Drums
Professional Virgin
(v1)
At thirteen she played in her mama's high heels
Giggled in the mirror at the woman revealed
Wore her old dresses, toyed with her beads
Didn't know then about some men's needs
Had girlish hopes about how love would feel
(v2)
She was fifteen when she came to the city
Man on the bus said 'Girl, ain't you pretty!'
A list of dreams was all she had
Didn't know then things were going to get bad
Man was named Johnny, seemed kind and witty
Chorus
Professional virgin in tired white lace
Faint trace of make-up on a little-girl face
Young eyes getting old as they scan the street
Heart turning bitter that used to be sweet
(v3)
Shy fifteen, she was sweeter than honey
Didn't know a thing about making money
Body of a nymph, heart full of trust
She'd never heard of a sin called lust
Learned real quick from that devil Johnny
(v4)
She's eighteen now and the dream list is gone
Johnny's left too, he grabbed the money and run
Others took his place, with the same old plan
Each one a 'daddy' but not a man
Not even a friend, so she's got no one
Bridge
Getting out of here as soon as she can, never should've left her mama alone
Leaving these heartless streets behind, still feels like a child, she wants to go home
Chorus
Professional virgin in tired white lace
Faint trace of make-up on a little-girl face
Young eyes getting old as they scan the street
Heart turning bitter that used to be sweet
(c) 2008 Donna Devine