Motherfucking Whore

Dana Immanuel
I must be such a bore,
you've got one eye on me and one eye fixed on the door
You can't resist its pull,
so go ahead and bow to the inevitable
I still get my say,
I've spent all day writing on your wall
in a back-stab slash-cut scrawl,
sayin' this ain't my number, baby, don't call
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Well don't the blood feel good welling up in your chest?
Oh baby, don't you feel good, don't you feel blessed?
Just a taste, a second time will keep you wanting more
so fuck a dirty motherfucker like a motherfucking whore
Don't just stand around,
if you're giving up then you're going down
There's the plank, here's a tip
keep a hold of your valuables when jumping ship
This is your reward,
but where the party's at is overboard,
and you're hunched and teetering on your heels,
wondering how good drowning feels
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You don't even try,
Oh look, something's caught your eye
And I bet you feel a shiver in your spine
because it's got to be gold, baby, if it shines
I got no line, I got no hook
And it ain't mine, that baby took
I know your kind, and I know that look
One part divine, and two parts crook
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