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You can do me, and I won't

feel a thing

I can only feel my endess

sadness ringing

squeezing my heart

closing my throat

tearing me apart...



I'm the perfect whore

I will do what you want

I scream when I'm told-it's what I'm for.

I'm the perfect whore

and I smile at that name

You can tell all your friend what you used me for

(it's just a game.)

[But on the inside, I'm still

A crying little girl

wondering why her boyfriend left her

thinking he could do much better

than

me]