I loved the way
You were at my beckon-call,
Though I never called you.
You wouldn't go home at night till I was soft.
I loved the way
You'd get so smacked you'd fall,
And then when I'd ball you -
It was all you could do to help me get those tight clothes off.
I loved the way,
You were my prostitute,
Though I didn't pay you a dime.
You were happy if I let you stay after your job was done.
I loved the way,
That you tried to be cute,
So you could pretend you were worth my time.
You knew I was leaving that place and you hoped to God I'd let you come.
I loved the way,
That you slit your wrists
When I got mad and dumped you.
It was touching that you thought I'd care.
I loved the way,
That after several silent years,
I called with hopes to hump you.
You said of course I could as long as I'd still grab your hair.
Still I loved my whore,
And I think its wrong
That you wont have a life.
Left to rot on the fringes of a dying town.
But your demands were a bore,
And you were never strong,
Yet you wanted to be my wife?
After the first time we met and you begged to let you go down?
I think of you,
While I lie smashed,
On a mattress I think we fucked on.
Feeling betrayed that the world won't be as easy as you.
I should contact you,
Maybe lend a hand,
And try to push your still-bad luck on.
But we both know that you're the type who always gets abused... Treated well you wouldn't know what to do.
And Its true -
God Bless my prostitute. |