As her black dress falls to the floor, She is reminded of a child-like whore, She may have only been 15, but she could please, She wasn't like those other girls--she didn't tease. If she thought about what she did it would tear her apart, She would realize it was her who didn't have a heart, But she was here to make men smile, It was her number that they would dial. It was her obligation to all men, They needed someone every now and then, She would be there for any guy, And she would help them, make them fly
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