1st verse:
An old man vacationing, he stands patiently
Under a hotel sign that blinks vacancy
He’s thinking maybe he’s too late to make the drop off
Til a truck coming his way brakes and stops short
And now he’s out of sorts and you can see he’s sorta nervous
Walking to the passenger door to meet his ordered service
This is someone’s daughter working, blames his conscience
When the driver says “she’s my youngest, her name is Constance”
He comments “and its only 6 dollars per visit
Just don’t leave any marks on her, it hurts business”
Thought for a minute and he confessed “that’s fair”
Since it was three dollars less then his cab fare
“How old are you honey?” she says “I’m thirteen”
Her nose was runny, its raining in the Philippines
He handed over the money in a chilling scene
The truck drives off and now he’s on the hunt to kill her dreams
The sign reads no vacancy, he leads Constance to a room
He has rented for taping see,
He’s about to turn six into six thousand
And all you have to do is click on your web browser
Its not illegal to use rapin’ as a cash crop
As long as it says she’s 18 on your laptop
The sound of rain is her backdrop laying there
Like she’s waiting for somebody to say they care
While the tears of God fall down the window pane
She feels unholy like her Father doesn’t know her name
Mary Magdalene and the Woman At The Well
He knows everything that happened and in His arms she fell.
In his arms she fell
Will you stay with me
2nd verse:
He’s 21 and all alone in his household
He’s tempted by the quiet he feels and the mouse he holds
The silence of his spouse is cold
So he’s about to help that man get his six thousand gold
One click and now she’s sold
Withholding his conscience scrolling through the comments
There she is looking confident a picture of Constance
In a series of video clips, “adult content”
The title blinks in bold letters like the vacancy sign
It’s his time to go get her
It’s like his mind doesn’t know better
Her soul is crying out “let me go” but he won't let her
He got her trapped inside his media player
Held captive by his need to replay her
Its a matter of he being here and she being there
That’s why he doesn’t feel the need to care
Guilt is in the seed he bears
Spilling his shares of the profit
On a 500 million dollar market
Where children are regarded as product
And traded like stock tips
And raped for the sake of our pockets
His laptop sits like a window into Constance room
Where he exits ’cause its almost noon
And he’s expecting his wife home soon
With new clothes for the baby
She’d be angry if she saw his new lady
A thirteen year old Filipino named Constance
Trust me girl God has not forgotten
He knew Mary Magdalene and the Woman at the Well
He knows everything that happened and in His arms she fell
In his arms she fell
Will you stay with me
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