When you wake up in the morning,
What will you see?
Will you see my face,
Or the face of a stranger?
Will you see images,
Of the night before,
Are you going to see my body,
Or the body of a whore?
Let's just see what you want more,
A thirty dollar fee,
Or my apartment door,
You saw me wasted,
Lying on the floor.
The lights went out,
I heard his voice,
That's not to doubt,
It was my choice.
As his hand went up my shirt,
I started taking off my skirt,
I gripped his back,
My nails dug in,
It truly was the sweetest sin.

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