immoralistic and unscrupulous, she sets her foot out of the door,
feeling permiscous, in a few hours she'll be out cold on the floor.
A libertine in her own right, she carries her body well,
she drops her cigarette in the drain where she later fell.
her tee shirt tight, her skirt as short as she could achieve,
she's out tonight to waste away through the confines of a sieve.
she's a fiend for exploitation, and a lover of all misdeeds,
Refusing to consign to a single person, she bites the hand that feeds.
Defiant, and unmanagle, she walks this town alone,
making the assumption, that someone will take her home.
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