Gambit
The WhorePay for your thrills With twenty dollar billsThe Whore
Take joy in me Your lover for a fee
Drown my sorrows in beer and sex Say a word and your next
My life is filled with such bad luck I think about it as we fuck
Whisper sweet nothings in my hair You have my body, but my mind's not there
They think of me as less than dirt Their fists and words always hurt
But what can I do? My son needs food
So from my life I banish fun Because I'd do anything for my son
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