"Come his baby
Come, come my baby
You're his prostitute. Hooker's, corner
Come his baby
Come, come his baby
You're his prostiture. a dollar fifty.
what a sexy, skimpy pretty little dress
Fierce a*s wipers, you got him sprung
with me there
and he cannot lie
'Cause your loving gets him hig
so to kick your sorry ass
There's nothing that I won't try
Prostitutes in her line
And the looks to kill
from my eyes
And I'm asking could this be real
cause that's my man
I can't hold still
The only thing I really know
he's on top of her
I can feel
Too much is never enough
he's always there to lift you up
When these times get rough
I was lost. Now I'm found
in the rifle shop looking
at the merchandise that i need
so YA he's f*cking with you
putting it on you

CHORUS

He don't deserve you
Unless he's some kind of freakin mental case
don't show me you 2 aint for real
'cause I guess it's true
To tell the truth, I really never knew
'Til I seen you two
I was lost and confused
Twisted and used up
Knew a better life existed
now i know, there really is one
withouth hookers controlling
a taken man, a wild child
caught in a corner with my gun at your head
The police files
me for attempted murder, why?
I see the sun breaking
Shinning through the cell window
And a vision of you
Standing out on the corner
hey little bitch, stay away from my daddy
The smartest thing you ever did
was lemme shoot you
So, girl whatever tickles your fancy
in that burial parlors casket
you slut...almost evil
Talkin' about craziness flapping in my head
I used to think that happy endings
Were only in the books I read
But you made me feel alive
'cause now i know you're dead
you slept with my man and got away
far a while, but now here i am
in this prison cell
and you're dead, in the cold hard ground
so, prostitute, here's a song, go fuck yourself bye bye
CHORUS
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