Lori Meyers used to live upstairs Our parents had been friends for years Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games At nine years old there's no such thing (as shame) It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark As it flashed across the screen I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes Incriminating acts, I felt that I could save her
"Who the hell are you to tell me how to live? You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time. I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waiting for no prince, To save me in fact until just now I was doing just fine. And on and on.."
"I know what degradation feels like I felt it on the floor at the factory Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please Where's the problem?"
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