| I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
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| I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
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| I fuck 'em 'til I do bleed
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| I fuck 'em because there’s a need
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| Well, boys and girls, I guess you could say I was your Christmas crack whore.
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| Ha ha ha!
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| I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon
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| I fuck 'em in the evening to the light of the moon
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| I suck 'em 'til my knees turn blue
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| I fuck 'em they need me too
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| My heart’s been broken, my heart’s bruised
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| The wheel of fate has me abused
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| When I was younger my mother died
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| Now I kneel by her graveside
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| I think of the kindness, I start to cry
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| I fuck 'em that’s the reason why
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| I just hope one day I might meet her again
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| Don’t know where and I don’t know when
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| But ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls
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| It’s my only reason to live in this world
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| Once upon a time I was a nice little girl called Cinderella. |
| I was happy as
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| Larry, but then… well, shit happens. |
| Mom died. |
| My mother was a very beautiful
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| person. |
| She was no common whore. |
| She was expensive. |
| I am probably the daughter
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| of a famous singer whose identity, I swore to mother before she died,
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| I would never reveal. |
| Or at least the daughter of one of his band.
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| Or road crew. |
| Or maybe audience
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| I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon…
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| Anyway, mama was doing quite well. |
| The social workers hadn’t managed to put me
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| in a home. |
| Some of my uncles were quite nice. |
| They only beat mama up when she
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| didn’t earn enough money. |
| But as I said: mama was a classy lady.
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| She spent most of her time horizontal. |
| Fuck them! |
| You know what I’m saying?
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| I fuck 'em in the morning and in the afternoon…
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| I fuck 'em! |
| Yeah, that’s what I say!
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| Fuck 'em! |
| I talk the talk and do the deed
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| Fuck 'em! |
| Yeah |