I won't tell
Between you and I,
This secret
Kept, and hidden
Deft hands grabbing
Probing for more
She's no
Whore,
Or Tramp
Just making her way
One mistake at a
Time, flowing, on, on, on,
Fingers ripping,
and Tearing
Just to hold
On, top of the world
Higher then any doper
Stronger then any brute
Faster then a rumor
Out of control, thoughts
Pushing and Rushing,
Bussing and Tustlin'
Over and Over and Over
And again.
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