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(With East European accent: the word hooker is pronounced hoooo-ker.) Here she comes, chewing gum Flashing her goodies at me How can I even try? All I got's two-seventy Plenty of dough to waste on guitars Maybe a gourmet coffee Then when its spent on the rent Nothing for hookers on me Took my prize, told their lies Dirtier they could not be And in fact I made no pact With Josef Jugashvelli They had a blast that didn't last Left me in grim poverty When there's a chick doing tricks Less than three dollars on me One day come refund Saving up my GST's Gonna end that weekend In a state of ectasy Gonna play cards in the dark Going to peak at her hand And when she folds she will know This customer was a man (solo) |
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| © 2013. Scripts by David Skerkowski. All rights reserved. |
Wednesday, May 22, 2013
Nothing for Hookers
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