pasties on a $10 stripper..
oh how you make them shake.
taking men's money,
no matter what’s at stake.
gotta feed the kids
some how, some way..
left behind a life
that was broken and fraid.
cold lonely nights,
but I'm sure you've brought someone home,
I know you have problems sleeping alone.
breath of cheap beer,
heart full of fear..
I knew you what path you'd choose,
you don't know it yet,
you're gonna loose.
Oct 3, 2009
Oct 3, 2009 at 6:08 AM UTC
pasties on a $10 stripper..
oh how you make them shake.
taking men's money,
no matter what’s at stake.
gotta feed the kids
some how, some way..
left behind a life
that was broken and fraid.
cold lonely nights,
but I'm sure you've brought someone home,
I know you have problems sleeping alone.
breath of cheap beer,
heart full of fear..
I knew you what path you'd choose,
you don't know it yet,
you're gonna loose.
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