Pretty Prostitute
Bring me Cherry, she's got the look.
Sell the man what he already took.
Cherry hates herself as she does her duties.
Crying supposedly for fulfillment of fantasy,
But truly her anguish is at full capacity.
She trusts no man - She's had the poorest man; the rich man and his comrades, too.
The words too familiar to Crying Cherry - Give us Cherry, the pretty prostitute.
Copyright © Jordan Adorno | Year Posted 2008
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