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Teenage Whore
When i was a teenage whore
My mother asked me she said baby what for
I give you plenty, what do you want, more?
Baby why are you a teenage whore
I said i feel so alone and i
I wish i could die
Seen the things you put me through and i
I wish i could die
When i was a teenage whore
The rain came down like it never did before
I pay good money not to be ingnored
Then why am i a teenage whore?
I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
Tonight and why...what you put me through
Out of my house...get out of my house
Get out of my house
Get out of my house
When i was a teenage whore
My mother asked me, she said baby what for?
I'll give you plenty, what do you want, more?
Seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you
I don't want to live what you had...you have put me through
I wanted that shirt and i wanted those pants
It's all the i put me through
And i never why
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