Through the night
Men whisper about body of ladies
The witch’s cry
It stimulates your wild mind
Every now and again money is more useful than a baby in behind the social
A girl beckons from the showcase
She sleeps with many strangers every night
“Where is my home? Where is my Darling?”
“Thank you for your money”
“Who is the best ****er? Fondle me tenderly
I am a poor girl”
She proudly talked
Foreigners, her boy friend, her father, mother need her body
Her injury is in the deep sea
