Salutations and Satin Sheets
Pulling up his pants I think he's already forgotten me
Smeared lipstick and a handful of twenty's
Dirty condoms laying on couch, the bed, and the floor
He gives me a mischievous wink and out the door
Now i'm angry at what I've done
A filthy whore with cheap discreet fun
Laying on my bed it smells like sex
My life has always been cursed like a hex
No worries i've got a way to take away the pain
Pulled the trigger on my twenty two and blew out my brain
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