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I stand on the corner

with my lace stockings high

My red pumps clicking on the pavement

as I watch cars speed by.

My top is silk and very tight

pushing up my chest

as I lean forward provacatively

enhacing my Double D breasts.

I feel kind of nervous

I've never done this before

of all the places I could end up

I never guessed a whore.

I strut the streets in my mini skirt

trying to find a suitable man

and watch as someone handsome pulls up

but he's in a minivan.

He calls me over to his car

And winks asking if I want a ride.

I'm thinking I can still chicken out

and find somewhere to hide.

Can I really do this? 

Sellmy body for some money.

The man calls to me again

"I don't have all day Honey."

What should I do? 

Should I just turn around.

He looks and smiles expectantly

but I can't make a sound.

Should I just go home to church

Or indulge in this life of sin

But I really need this money

So I decide I will get in.