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 ...