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They call me a slut They call me a slut because I sleep around I guess that’s what they call it They call me a slut because I am good at making men feel good I am good at making men feel good because it makes me feel good.
My dismantled figure stands beaten and wounded, for you have no sense of sympathy as you change into a metamorphisis My anger, frustration, and humiliation suddenly turns into banter for the crowd as they pull their cellphones out
A dollar, a dime a minute Time is money honey, where'd you sleep last night? A stranger's bed is warmer Than the cold, hard street, she says, Every foot that walks on by Might as well be a kick in the face
The giant sleeping in the roomIs what I'm wearing today.Barely covers the end of my assAccents self with too much skinTied up in fishnetToday,My body is mineThis outfit my body.