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Apr 28, 2015
They're there, they're there, the whores,
half naked on the outskirts of town.
There with their fancy and their feathers
and their large milk tits
They dance, they dance those whores,
those dark skinned chicks.
There from dusk to dawn
by the side of the road.
The tragedy, the tragedy,
so frail, thin, unattractive.
Yet I love them, I love them
I love them