Hooker
He mistook her for a hooker
And you bet, she’ll not forget
Thought she’s painted, she ain’t tainted
And for sure now, she is sore
As to whether wearing feather
On your thong is simply wrong
Or if lace around one’s face
At the heart makes one a tart
There are many for a penny
Who deflower by the hour
And they’re mainly dressed plain-janely
Better wake up, it’s a shake up!
Check your mirror, see it clearer
It’s your mind, that’s what you’ll find
Stop expecting, start correcting
Though she’s scented, she ain’t rented
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