TOKEN
WHORE
Hey there,
look at me!
Where’s the appeal
in a girly band
without the token whore on stage?
A strip show’s only the price of a ticket,
and a free ride all the way is a backstage pass.
I’m your own little piece of sumptuous meat,
and I know you all want to jump inside.
Hey, I’m your token whore!
I know how to moan,
but every sound is a lie.
Yeah, I’m your token whore!
Keep on riding until I die.
I want you to use me,
I want you to tear me apart.
I’m a bitch.
I’m betrayal.
Use me up before I change my mind.
Hey, I’m your token whore!
I know how to sweat,
but every move is a lie.
Yeah, I’m your token whore!
Keep on riding until I die.
Use me, use me, turn me loose.
I need you, use me, I crave abuse.
Bright
Eyed Naïve
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