You go up to the guy on the side of the street, You ask him if he's got big "meat". You tell him that you'll meet him after school, You think doing this will make you cool. Don't be a whore I tell you in math class, You just turn around shake your ass. From the look on your face at lunch, He's paying you, that's my hunch. It's 2:18 now and and school is out, I say don't go and then I shout. Don't be a whore! You're my friend, You're making a mistake that you can't mend! Please don't go I'm begging you, Don't be a whore you're making me blue. She just walks away not carring what I told her, What happened to that good girl that you were? Now it's senior year and time for graduation, I'm waiting for that day with anticipation. You're not though, because you're gone, You woke up naked on somebody's lawn. The date-rape drug is what is was, Now you have aids and you're sick because, You were a whore.Birth sign: Aries
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