Prostitute Virgin

PROSTITUTE VIRGIN

Dressed in hijab,
Armed with a Bible
In a wallet the contraceptives
And she calls it a day.

Ask her Badoo,
Musa in her hand,
Christ in the mind,
And life in her knees.

Ask her honey,
And sweet is all you'll get
East or West home is best,
But cash is the way,
Christ just for the cross.

She calls it quits,
And let the gospel fart,
All the facts in the fax
Just a call way to the tree,
The roots she all desires,
The tree that coaxs her cokes,
All that makes her new,
Yeah ,new that makes her the prostitute virgin.


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