it's a thirty minute drive
from your house to mine
and yet you make it every time
to feel the heat between my thighs.

you are nineteen and i
am a small seventeen,
but that doesn't stop you
from lying to me everyday.

i used to be beautiful once,
a real dime they used to say,
but now i'm used and rotten;
only my youth and *** appeal remain.

he likes to watch my hips
shake and shimmy against his touch
and put me in his movies
that his friends all pay to watch.

did i know that john would ask
if i wished to be his twentieth?
why, yes, my dear, i did;
he asked me last june the same way.

you've got too many films
with me in the starring role.
i'm far too young to make them
and you are far too old.

come inside, i know you're dying
to see your movie queen.
did you bring the stuff;
the liquor and the ****?