shers@oz.Berkeley.EDU (Alex Sherstinsky) (07/03/86)
Alex Sherstinsky
July 2, 1986
THE LOVE SONG OF A PROSTITUTE
Don't fight with these people,
Just leave them alone,
I need you with me, hon,
Come, please take me home.
Flush your past down the toilet,
Present days are so good!
If you die from a bullet,
I will kill myself, too.
Hug me, feel me, then answer:
Something I haven't got?
Well, then why did you swear
That you love me a lot?
You are all to me -- honest --
So relax those fists,
And let's go back to our nest,
There, now give me a kiss ...