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Working In A Mall

She works at a cart in the mall,
Where people are sick and appalled
They cant understand that
This wasn't her plan
To sit here and sell mellon balls.

They ran

They ran and they spoke of
True love gone array
Making love, and not passion
To the same kind of guy

When they were younger
They just didn't care
But he wanted sex all time
And she was there

There for all of his
wants and his needs
She didn't realy need it
But she aimed to please

Now that were older
It's different somehow
You can't turn around
And find him ready here and now

All those years together
And he still sucks in bed
Forty something for women
Is a death to some
Wanting passion with love
And getting none.

Hard arms to hold her tight
Whispering sweet nothings
And kisses good night
Feeling his man hood
Getting all hot and bothered
What chance does she have now
When he doesn't even bother

She puts on a negligee
Hoping he'll notice
Eye shadow, make up
All to no avail
Does this sex to him still even appeal?

Wake up and become interested
Or she'll go on
To find what she now needs
In some other arms.

Impressum

Tag der Veröffentlichung: 19.08.2010

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