college kid struggling in hell,
tired and hungry,
she needs something called money.
maxing dad's credit card,
high heels and horny,
all she wants is something called money.
rich baby girl,
primadonna bitch,
between her legs is something called money.
strippers and prostitution,
she finds it lovely,
she loves this something called money.
"take her home, she's wasted,
fuck her nice and dry."
he gives her something called money.
purses and wine,
pearls and honey,
the hatred grows of something called money.
they all spill
and she runs before she dies,
something called money was caused by these pries.
shot in the leg,
weak in the knees,
something called money is gone and torn apart.
he stood there, gun to her forehead,
she cried and cried.
something called money - it didn't have a heart.
- Author: panicsongg ( Offline)
- Published: October 10th, 2017 22:07
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 16
Comments1
I really liked it, it will continue to echo in my head "something called money"
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