used, used, used by men
Traci Lords
"My mind is dead, everybody loves me / Wants a slice of me / Hopelessly passive and compatible / Need to belong / Oh, the roads are scarey / So hold me in your arms / I wanna be your only possession / My life just an old man's memory"
Traci Lords
"My mind is dead, everybody loves me / Wants a slice of me / Hopelessly passive and compatible / Need to belong / Oh, the roads are scarey / So hold me in your arms / I wanna be your only possession / My life just an old man's memory"