The Prostitute
she works the streets for money,
through the night and through the day,
and helps out all the fellas,
who have money they can pay.
while dressed in lace and satin,
and a hip length mini skirt,
she really doesnt hide much,
in that see through gaping shirt.
when you've bought her service,
and she takes you by the hand,
you'll know that you are headed,
for that dream in promised land.
she'll show you things quite different,
and caress you nicely too,
but dont ever fall in love,
cause when times up so are you.
then she'll have herself a shower,
and get ready once again,
to stand back on the corner,
where her business has no end.
dont ever try to change them,
cause they really are astute,
you maybe never able,
to change a prostitute.
Copyright © Phil Johnson | Year Posted 2007
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