High heeled, dressed up whore
you can't stand, but beg for more
ask me to hurt you, smear your lipstick
one more kiss, one more finger prick

Do you like the look, in the corner of your eyes?
do you caress your mirror, asking it for lies?
such a lonely day, only nights belong to you
surviving on the drugs, pushing needles thru

Does your John lie to you? Make u feel real?
tell me how does the blood taste in your meal
knocking at the devil's door, your tears
melting in the lighters blaze, extinguish fears

Poor soggy whore, broken and laying in the street
cracked heart, defenseless arms, battered feet
it must be so lonely to walk this road
watching the girl in the mirror just erode

Can you walk on your own, without your white cane?
dirty money, straight up your nose, insane
bleed out your eyes, your veins, your head
does your dirty dance only end when your dead?

Pretty high heeled whore, with cracked lips
surviving on broken societies finger tips
lay with your john, beg of your mirror, lies
such a lonely day, a perfect day to die

High heeled whore, with a little torn dress
that little poor girl, me, no doubt...no less.

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