onsdag 11. juni 2008

Destitute Prostitute

He's lying naked in her bed
Though she knows they'll never wed.
She's got so many tears to shed;

"I don't know what to choose.
Seems at life I often loose.

Who said I actually wanted him?
I had to say yes and let him in."


So what's your options when you're poor?
The rich ones take, and they want more.

He took her only for the pleasure
Her worth? He didn't care to measure.

She was just another thing to buy.
There's no reason asking why.

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