You left a bill on my dresser,
and a memory on my doormat.
You left me unsatisfied,
But we wont explore that.
For your frantic hunger
Paid for my dinner
Some call me a harlot,
Some call me a sinner
I fulfilled your desire
With no expectations,
for money's more powerful
than sexual relations.
You'll call me again:
with hungry intention
Ill empty your wallet
too careless to mention.
You're my best trick,
and I'm your best score.
Pull my hair harder,
And call me a whore.
When all's said and done
and my sheets are all clean,
Ill be pretty again:
Yet too blind to be seen...
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