A slut Yes that’s what you call me Someone for you to play your little games with To tease To laugh at To use Like some hooker on the street corner Being sold off to the guy with the right amount of cash Enough dough to pay the rent And to buy more crack with Yes keep on saying what you say Keep doing what you do For when it comes down to my time I will use you like you used me.Birth sign: Scorpio
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