Put on my short skirt And my to tight of shirt I have to get ready but not for church I Put on my makeup so that im nice and bright And hopefully ill get someone to pay for a night Are you looking for love Are you looking for trash Come on baby just a couple bills and youll tango with class I can be your exotic dream i can be the bitch that hangs at your sleeve I have no shame and whatever you want me to do im game. I get home at dawn and count the tips And i wash away the greese from all those pricks. I give my pimp the cash, he grabs my ass and says that im his good little trick.
Reason for writing:
Boredom
Birth sign: Aquarius
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