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Like a Virgin to a Whore
The ever regal, vile whore swaying up on the street corner
With her cigarette beauty and her stale beer crown of thorns
You stared straight at the vile whore
You saw her filthy when she met and caressed her addiction
As she approached her father figure, I saw two needs met
I'm like a virgin to a whore
As she struts naive and unaware of her incredible look
From across the room nothing on but an earthy hemp-chain
I didn't even notice her stretch marks as they guided my drunken cheeks
I tasted a hundred men
Her thin drug-induced legs and I came after them
I'm like a virgin to a whore
As she struts naive and unaware of her incredible look
From across the room nothing on but an earthy hemp-chain