[Verse 1]
Every time I met her all she talked about was him
I hated him even though I didn't know him. Maybe because I knew she loved him
She gave him everything—money, love and life
He gave her lies and violence and made her turn tricks for quick cash
She's like the girls her age, like the candle that burned out before the end of the night and she said:
Why you call me who*e, do you know how much I suffered?
Maybe the money wasn't enough for me
Maybe I was blind. I thought about money
I thought of life so I chose a life on the street
Wanting to live better, to be better
Show me a way
Show me a sign
This is the Moroccan woman, this is one of a million
[Hook]
Woman's voice that I'm calling
Girl's voice that is lost in my country
The voice of those who wanna talk who wanna say
A voice for all the women who want a sign
She saw in your face the life she lost
You see her as a cheap piece of meat one can sell
She saw in your face what she wanted to be
You looked at her, a look of humiliation
She's selling her body because you're in the street
When she pa**es in front of you, you all act towards her like m**ms
She's selling her body because you're in the street [buying it]
When she's walking by, you all act like m**ms towards her
She's prostituting to earn a living for her orphan brothers
They live in the projects and you live in a mansion
Please don't insult them. Don't humiliate them
Don't forget that paradise lies at a mother's feed
Look at her like your mother, like your sister
Like her, like me and like you
[Hook]
I chose my words to show you what I wanted to say
All of you know what I'm talking about
Tell me how many Mosques were built on ruins
How many m**ms were a terrorist or a thief?
How many girls lived their nights as hookers?
How many girls returned home and are now good mums?
And you are one of them don't forget
A rose, still a rose
[Hook]