As she stood there her eyes glazed
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It's happened so many times before, she's not afraid
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She trying to gain some affection by getting laid
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She only wishes that they would have stayed
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She tried to fill up her life
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She put it inside between her thighs
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You know it's nothing new for her
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But she keeps getting more
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Reputation trashed, they all call her a whore
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Now she's gone much too far for sure
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And all she wanted was
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To go out and find that special someone
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But now it seems she's wasted away
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She's swept off her feet
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Once again into the back seat
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I guess she won't find no true love today
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Late at night she stumbles home
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As she cries she realizes she's alone
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Later she patiently sits next to her silent phone
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She cannot learn the lessons she's been shown
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Her cries rang louder than guns
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Into the air, they're heard by no one
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And now she wished that she would die
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When will her suffering cease?
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A new guy arrives and the cycle repeats
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A ruined girl, she wonders why
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Backseat Girl
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Sick Shift |