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It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s what she wants, it’s the way she’s wired
She has to spread her legs, she has to play the game
Different strokes with different blokes keep her fired;
You keep seeing the images in your brain
It breaks your heart, it tortures your head
An ocean of soap can’t remove the stain
You’ve got a poxy whore in your bed.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She makes eyes at the guys all over town
She takes off her clothes, she offers herself
She moves, she grooves, she goes down …
You’re at home sitting on the shelf;
She’s out of sight but that’s not the issue
Her actions are in your mind taunting you …
After he’s done she wipes it with a tissue
Then walks it back home good as new.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She’s so dirty, but talks so beautiful
She talks of virtue, and then cheats on you
She talks of faith, and is then unfaithful
She talks of trust, and then betrays you;
You made your bed with a smiling snake
You placed a stone on top of your heart
You put up with it for the children’s sake …
They’ve grown up – it’s time to make a fresh start.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

I bet you think you were the first dream man
A small army has marched through like a steam train
You embrace her and whisper sweet nothing
She wants us to rock her with sweet everything
She moans and groans, loves to go down
Begs for things she doesn’t get at home
She’s been with your brother, she’s been with your cousin
She’s been mounted by dogs by the dozen
You are so popular with your smiling friends
They answer the easy message that she sends
Out of your sight is out of your mind
In my eyes your bitch is the filthy kind
She rolls in the mud, loves to wallow
When I come she loves to swallow
Licking her lips she says ‘My special treat’
You kiss her deep and say ‘So, so sweet’

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

To look butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth
My rock solid has melted in her north and south
She sharpened her nails in her home town
She scratches my back as she moans and groans
She sighs, she loves me, she is frying
She sighs, she loves me, she is flying
She cries, she’s coming, keep pumping, on and on
She cries, she’s dying, keep humping, on and on
She screams and hollers as I open up her cave
With you she is silent as the grave
You close your eyes, you close your mind
Right in front of you she takes it from behind
You should have ‘cuckold’ tattooed on your forehead
You’ve got a smiling snake coiled up in your bed
The bitch lifts her tail for every dog sniffing by
The sow goes oink-oink to dirty pigs near her sty.

There’s no need for seduction, she’s open to temptation
Without hesitation she will open her legs for sensation
You should cut off her nose for the world to see
Send both of them back to Mummy and Daddy
Their bitch loves to chew on the bone
She’s been mounted by every dog in town
How can you show your face?
People laugh at you in every place
They know what we get up to in your bed
They know what your wife does to my head
Look close and see my fingerprints all over her body
Look close and see my atoza swimming in her toddy
If you go down to kiss her so tender
Can you taste the seed of another?
You are the father of the child, but which one?
The apple of your eye is someone else’s son.

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