The Whore Next Door

She tells me she knows the score
The desires of my wretched soul
But she's my neighbor, and a whore
No stopping her, she's on a roll

Seems she has all the needed nerve
To think that my loose sense has sunk
She seems to think she speaks with verve
When all she really says is bunk

So I tell her to take a hike
Leave me all sweet hell alone
But I explain that I might like
To dissect her to the bone

She mumbles fast and then retreats
A tart dragging her vicious cur
And it just takes a few heartbeats
Before she starts another stir.