Treasure Island

Alice Anne Gordon

crushed up... way out

crushed up
f*cked up
living in the gutter
Wanna take my life back
Wanna claim my soul
Jacked up
Cracked up
Living n a hole
Want to find the right path
Want to find my home

Living the street life
Living as a whore
Please someone get me outta here
Can’t stand it no more

Ain’t no whore baby
You got soul

Who are all these people
wanting a piece of me?
I give it coz I got no option
Gotta make the rent
The man is leaning heavy
On me
The man is wanting more
But I’m just so f*ing tired baby
I’m living on the floor

You’re living in another world
You don’t have to be so low
All you’ve got to do babe
Is walk out the door
You ain’t no whore baby
Just gotta get out there
Just gotta get out there
And see the world some more

Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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