This is a story about a whore named Brittney.

Early morning- she wakes up

The cash is layin' by the door.

It's time for make-up perfect smile

It's you those guys all paid for

Isn't she slutty that Hollywood Whore

And they say 'She's so slutty, she's a whore'

and she cries out 'Baby c'mon give me more!'

Sayin' 'If there's something missin' in your life then come see me this Thursday night!'

Lost in her clevage, is more cash- and there's no one there to see her sing.

And the bling bling's flowing and her boobs are showing.

But tell me- what happens when they flop?

Baby

Isn't she slutty that Hollywood Whore

And they say 'She's so slutty, she's a whore'

and she cries out 'Baby c'mon give me more!'

Sayin' 'If there's something missin' in your life then come see me this Thursday night!'

Isn't she slutty that Hollywood Whore

And they say 'She's so slutty, she's a whore'

and she cries out 'Baby c'mon give me more!'

Sayin' 'If there's something missin' in your life then come see me this Thursday night!'