My god that trollop was loud
She told me that I was her king
Cause I paid her well
She could lie like my mother
She told me that I was a dream
She told me that I was a dream

How is it that people get proud
I cannot get out of this public house
Where the soap gets stolen every single day-
is another day I get to smell myself
It gets in the way to have to smell myself

Does not remind me of a one room motel
Made of milk and my lips on the skin of a girl
She was mad and she was mean
when she went quiet on the world
She took to climbing the insides of my heart
She was not so afraid of the dark

My god that trollop was loud
She told me that I was her king
Cause I paid her well
She could lie like my mother
She told me that I was a dream


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Clitorpus Christi song meanings
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