She’s way over thirty
Too old to be flirty
And doesn’t realise
It comes over as dirty
She loves to flout it
There’s no doubt about it
She’s fooling herself
And now she’s been outed
She’s nawt but a tramp
It’s well known that’s her stamp
She earns a living
Hanging round a street lamp
Any man she will meet
While she’s walking the street
She’s so well known
That she has her own beat
It’s all over the place
The make-up on her face
Child left at home
A walking disgrace
It’s her scene
To be in a team
When she’s in bed
If you know what I mean?
She’ll pay the price
For her scandalous life
Every man wants her
But not for his wife
She’ll pay the cost
For respect that she tossed
When she finds out
In the end what's been lost
She will realise
That because of her lies
Her final days
Will have no family ties
(c) varey 2013
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