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Oh, it was awful.
The smell was dreadful.
The face was hideous.
'Never knew someone so good at sex could end up like thiiss~
She looked like the kind of girl who kicked the bucket Eighty years early.
By the look on her face,
The smell on her skin,
The money in her bra,
You knew; She was already dead on the inside.
And now, She's dead on the outside.
But now the LVPD's gonna be on your a** for the next few years.
Look at what you've done.
Or what you didn't do?
Why cant you remember,
all the things you've done last night?
Did you sleep with her?
I hope that she didn't have an STD.
Waking up next to a hooker isn't so bad when you're hungover.
Seeing the blinding light isn't so bad when you're hungry.
The pain isn't so bad when your morning woods staring at you. straight in. The. Eye~
Just be glad that she's not alive and asking for a tip~
- by The Tiniest Mortician |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 04/05/2010 |
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- Title: My song about a hooker.
- Artist: The Tiniest Mortician
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Description:
I'm iffy about it,
I still like it.
Anything I can do to improve it?
[It's out of humor, just to let you know.]
:C
- Date: 04/05/2010
- Tags: song about hooker
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