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Lingerie on the Floor
Lingerie on the floor,
The moans and screams of little whores
Dreams like this don’t happen a lot,
Where you’re the victim of this onslaught,
They poke and prod you with ideas,
Say come along little girl,
This dream is real,
Giving you dreams where you’re scarred for life,
Running away to the reality of life,
Blinking to confirm your existence,
Looking to see if anyone is in the distance
Realizing your position,
And alley filled with disturbed victims,
Lingerie on the floor,
This was the night I became a whore
Picked up off the floor I realized I was a virgin no more.
The moans and screams of little whores
Dreams like this don’t happen a lot,
Where you’re the victim of this onslaught,
They poke and prod you with ideas,
Say come along little girl,
This dream is real,
Giving you dreams where you’re scarred for life,
Running away to the reality of life,
Blinking to confirm your existence,
Looking to see if anyone is in the distance
Realizing your position,
And alley filled with disturbed victims,
Lingerie on the floor,
This was the night I became a whore
Picked up off the floor I realized I was a virgin no more.
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