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Other I didn't know you, I didn't need to,
I could tell what and who you are,
Nothing but a cheap slut.
Long hair, perfect make-up, the perfect tart,
Standing tere bated in yellow/gold light,
Wearing hardly anything, and so thin.
Piercing ice blue eyes and blood red lips,
Short black leather skirt, white strappy top,
Waiting for someone, anyone to come along.
Nails painted flourescent pink or clear,
Shoes, black leather with stilletto heels,
Gold rings on a few fingers, big and small.
Waiting there, ready to have a good night,
Standing on the corner, waiting for the guy,
Hour after hour, she stands there, the whore.
A long night she waits and waits on the corner,
No-one comes along that road anymore,
Waiting but never actually happening.
Hoping that someone would come along the road,
Forever seeing others, but never herself, so alone,
Thinking and remembering past experiences.
All she is, is a nasty and cold bitch,
Sour from not getting her way anymore,
Nothing but a whore.
