| Cheap Dirt/Dirt Cheap Yank me down to reach your bottomless filth, to go through your steps of pathetic manipulation as you use me then throw me bodily against the thorned walls of your arms, naked. It's always naked with you, that's all you see of me, it's all you want from me. Am I some silly model for you to watch? Some cheap whore you like to feel? You make me worthless, you make me lousy, you make me for sale with the look in your eyes. You hold up illusions of me as your rose-tinted glasses, but they aren't tinted rose, they're tinted green. Stare at me, up and down, press your hands against me; I feel nothing because I am only an actress in this torturous movie you are making. Nothing you do will make this real, because I touch only air when I touch you. |
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