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You've seen

Dark days darling,
How are we harlot?
Disgust runs down

Into the trenchs
way past those thighs

right up until you

Hit the street running,
You've nothing left
but loads of regret,

Take the money
breath sweet sighs

of lust and anonymity,

Pound that pavement,
You're a street walking
Officianado,
Banging on all cylinders,
You got those big city dreams
and back ally ambitions,
She says,"Call me,

Listen up
I've got your number,
But I'd rather you
Just call me,
I know things
that'll make your heart stop,
Just drop
those pants and please

for the sake of peace,
please me
Tease these bare legs of mine