Take a look into her eyes
can't you see through her disguise
All of this is her game
Sex has always followed after her name
Would you like her to lay down or kneel
Love is a feeling she doesn't feel
A few more times around the block,
she never tires, she loves to walk
The men, they come and go
their names she will never know
Disease will come and stay
AIDS will never go away
Slowly she will die
to her men she will always lie
Spread the unknown presence of death
They can't smell it on her breath
Adding links to her death chain
counting the men she has slain
She thinks this is so funny
spreading death for money
Money won't buy her life back
death is only a one way track
Laying in a lonely hospital bed
wishing that she was dead
For once sex is not on her mind
In her head, death was all she could find

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