Put me on display
Sell me like a slave
For survival's sake
For survival's sake
When my wallet
Keeps me awake

Your passion is my stage
When my
Thighs capture your gaze
Then I
Start sorting through my rates
To give you a bit
Of heaven's forbidden taste

When your
Eyes squint in pleasure
Then finally I
Can go out to
Smoke away all of the pressure
That's been compressing
All of the vulgar
Things I
Wanted to do to myself

For I
Am not some poetry piece
Judging me! O! The symmetry!
Beautiful indeed
Beautiful indeed
Give me a break!
I'm not some sturdy steed!
I am a woman
Burdened with need
As if I
Needed your sympathy
When it can do
A-B-S-O-L-U-T-E-L-Y
Nothing for me

So I'll
Wash the sheets
For the mouths
I have to feed
And chip away at my soul
Like a pound of meat
Like a pound of meat