Used Goods

Her smile,not as bright
teeth not as straight
hair not as long
now she's alittle over weight.

She's used goods
no worse for wear.

She lets the boys ride
and have a good time
as long as they pay
their fare.
Her eyes.. used to shine

Now they only reflect
neglect,and a sinister
mental condition,that
for too long has gone
unchecked.
Her soul, vexed as she is
dis-eased from her core
Cause she was Mama's Baby
and Daddy's Maybe,but neither
of them loved her anymore.
You would think she was a dreamer
by the way she blankly stares
but noone knows, she stars in
her own shows,of past pain,and
nightmares.

She is used goods,
her skin no longer shines
dulled by neglect,and other
mens sweat over time

Stretched and marred
internally and externally scarred

Stuck in her  past...As the music plays
She shakes her ass
for every taker,cause
thats her money maker
then she'll give you a
lap dance for cash.

She is used goods,
soul full of scratches and dents
and for a few dollars,
she can make you
holler over n over again.

She is Used Goods
as the music continues
to play,
the beat is hard
but its the lullaby in her
mind that makes her sway

Hush little baby dont you cry
because you were never wanted
and you dont know why

She is Used Goods as the music
continues to play
but its the lullaby in her mind
that makes her sway.