Parched lips, into open legs,
That’s what you have, to offer anyone.
A kiss of lust, with a deep release,
It’s what they pay with, for the night.
Tamed hair and meticulous makeup,
For each man to abuse,
Lack of dignity, more shame,
All because, you choose to.
Naked dates, drugs and alcohol,
Fishing is world’s oldest profession,
You have only changed the bait.
Why blame the attitude of the mothers,
Or the regret of your fathers.
Yet another amour,
To the worthless sentiments of your inamorato,
You speak to another stranger,
Because, love doesn’t pay the bills.
Sell yourself to lust, tell another lie,
Cry yourself to sleep, sing another song
Fake love and real pain,
The smile as frail as glass,
The brittle smile,
Breaking at every passing man.
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