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Tale of the hooker
The hooker stood upon the street corner
laughing hard at all that scorned her
her red hair tangled about her shoulders bare
they were all looking, but she couldn't care
Another speeding car passed her by
as she wiggled her hips with her hand on her thigh
Getting the feeling she was done for the day
she kissed her hand to her lips and walked away
for the man she had tried to woo before
had spread the rumours of her smutty amore
Overpriced and undersexed
he'd been cheated and was thusly vexed
Fabricated tales of her bitter defeat
had done the rounds upon the street
Now none of the men wanted this whore
but she'd come back tomorrow to hunt some more
little did she know the police had heard the tale
sped around the corner, right upon her tail
followed her a little way, then cuffed and took her in
she paid the price entirely for her dirty litte sin
So when her daughters grow up, looking up to mom
she'll tell them tales of happiness, not of streetwise bums
And thinking back to her past, she'll realise all for naught
Losing part of herself only to be caught.
