I am a Prostitute, Sir !
(18+)
When my door is been knocked Food cooks over my prestige's stove For you its businesses's dirty food But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach I am a Prostitute, Sir! Food is overpriced than my pride! Every morning my body broke up with pain His hand through my breast squeezes my heart For you its necessary pain But in morning my daughter goes to school I am a Prostitute, Sir! Today's pain is bearable against her future! Everyday i put darkness on my face Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money For you they are pieces of my soul But my daughter fills colour in her book with it I am a Prostitute, Sir! Her happiness is expensive than my body!
When my door is been knocked Food cooks over my prestige's stove For you its businesses's dirty food But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach I am a Prostitute, Sir! Food is overpriced than my pride! Every morning my body broke up with pain His hand through my breast squeezes my heart For you its necessary pain But in morning my daughter goes to school I am a Prostitute, Sir! Today's pain is bearable against her future! Everyday i put darkness on my face Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money For you they are pieces of my soul But my daughter fills colour in her book with it I am a Prostitute, Sir! Her happiness is expensive than my body!
2018-09-16 18:10:08
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