She's A Whore
Quelle: Spotify
A daughter of a farming man, a lass with raven locks.
I met her at the Cock & Bulls, a tavern by the docks.
Although we courted but a week, my love for her persisted,
For when with her, we swived in ways I never knew existed!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
Her bosoms were named Mary, for they were pure and white.
Her muff was named Elizabeth, 'cause it was nice and tight.
Her nips were named Daisy and Rose, for they're like flowering buds.
But her ass was named the River Thames, 'cause it is full of mud!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
Well, soon after we parted ways, I saw her with me friend.
They courted but a week or two, but that came to an end.
She then did hop from bed to bed, but what made me so mad,
'Twas after several months had passed I saw her with me dad!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
One day, while at the tavern here, I heard unhappy news.
This country lass had died of clap - oh, what a jewel to lose.
'Tis not as sad as one may think, as I soon realized,
For all those saints now pass her 'round that big bed in the sky!
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
She's a whore, yes a whore,
A lass of myth and lore.
A pontifex of oral sex.
She'll ride you till you're sore.
Yes, she's a whore, yes a whore.
She is dear to fleet and corps.
Her legs are splayed, we'll all get laid
By the whore that we adore.
THAT WHORE!
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