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Look at me all dressed up

Can’t you see my tired eyes through all the make-up

I’m thrown into the pit

Where grown men

Are waiting for me to sit

Sit, between them intoxicated

So they can have me at ease

Even through My crying pleas

I’m face down on my knees



At first I was unsure

But now every nights another blur

Me and my girls this is what we are

Not what we were

Before we had it all

We were waiting for that happy ending

Then the drugs came, so un expecting

We all wanted to be like Cinderella

Class slippers

Sweet skies of vanilla

Fading cinders

Now were our own Cinderella’s

In leather

With black and blue mascara

Knee high latex boots

Talking it up with travelers in suits

Every day

It comes down to how well we play

And I play the best

Yes, My life is a mess



I’m the worlds concubine

It’s no way of living

But I don’t mind

I’m just that giving

So, I’ll take any offer

Whose next?

Don’t worry about safe sex

I got the pill

You know the drill

Come and let me fulfill



You ask me if I’m happy

You know I’m not

I don’t like being so freely bought

There’s no second thoughts

I’m here to stay

So come have your lay

But you better pay

Cause this Cinderella needs a ticket

I know I gotta get away

I need to be ready for judgement day

When God looks beyond my painted face

And tells me how far I’ve fallen from grace