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Prostitute
My heart fell into the wrong hands My love was sold on the black market My virginity was stolen from me by a pimp with a penchant for sweet talking Now I'm a turned-out sex slave street walking Men pass me around like a bag of candy They take a piece of me, eat all they can eat I satisfy their sexual gluttony They love to have me every kind of way ... do things to me, that you don't even dare wanna say I am a prostitute, my worn out thighs tell the truth Only have my body to sell Walking on the cold concrete, feels like I'm living in a frozen hell Maybe you'll see me one day, when you're cruising, and I'm walking your way Maybe you'll wanna stop and holla, spend a little time together, then throw me some dollars But I'm warning you, don't take me home to your wife or girlfriend Or risk giving them some of me, pass on to them some of my misery This ain't how sex was supposed to be, but it is what it is I am a prostitute ... time to get cleaned up to get dirty again But there ain't enough money to be made, when you're twice dead, and the bed is your grave
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