Feeling a Bit Ginger
There is a Ginger girl I see
Whom I see professionally
In a strictly sexual capacity
She is a lady of the night
A tart or a hooker, called Delight
Ok she’s a prostitute, alright?
But I call my sweet little ho
The dirty Ginger girl I know
My Orange pay as you go
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