[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]