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The Place That Holds No Purpose Delicate, sweet, innocent,
A gift from heaven, God Sent?
No, just a little gift from nature,
No need for a Savior.
Now blacken your eyes,
put on your wonderful disguise,
Hide behind the makeup and try to look soft,
like a hooker killed in some guys loft!
There is no pleasure in what you do,
just do it and make your due,
Stand on the corner, disgusting and broken,
going off with men, like some sold token.
Now blacken your eyes,
put on your wonderful disguise,
Hide behind the makeup and try to look soft,
now a dead hooker, dead in this mans loft.
