Barbie Doll

the bed sheet, white against the light
each stain has a story to explain
my life's prime, i could tell you in a strange rhyme
punctuated by sucks and hard thrusts

let me paint you the scene
wet cold pole used to kiss my skin
twist, swing, hold and cling
rain, rain on my see through shirt

Dancing on table tops, every night is the same
my steps deciphered, but every night someone new
i helped them to wash away their hurt
with a little bit of wine, but they never knew my name

those were good old days
until they wrote off these displays
no pay, left me with no other way
to sell my soul, so here i lay

washed clean, concentrated with sweat of lust
"aaaahhhhhh" i moaned with each thrust
the room echoes the cries
of the plastic love, synthetic emotion

i threw my legs east to west
he reached inside to find the last
could you look into my eyes
under this skin there is a heart that, cries, cries and cries...