Her mom--a filthy unpaid whore
sat in front, cring at the door,
longing for her lover no more.
Each one was exactly the same,
in his arms the moment he came,
sometimes without knowinghis name.
Until one day a child shoe bore.
Life with her-- a bottomless hole,
with her she could not take a stroll,
without men scanning her torso.
Her life's been laid-- a path to a whore.
sat in front, cring at the door,
longing for her lover no more.
Each one was exactly the same,
in his arms the moment he came,
sometimes without knowinghis name.
Until one day a child shoe bore.
Life with her-- a bottomless hole,
with her she could not take a stroll,
without men scanning her torso.
Her life's been laid-- a path to a whore.
