Lori Meyers used to live upstairs
Our parents had been friends years
Almost every afternoon we'd play forbidden games
At nine years old there's no such thing as shame
It wasn't recognition of her face, what brought me back was a familiar mark
As it flashed across the screen
I bought some magazines, some video tape scenes
Incriminating act, I felt that I could save her
"Who are you to tell me how to live my life?"
"You think I sell my body; I merely sell my time."
"I ain't no Cinderella, I ain't waitin' for no prince..."
"To save me in fact until just now I was doin' just fine"
And on and on
I know what degradation feels like
I felt it on the floor at the factory
Where I worked long before, I took control now I answer to me
The 50K I make this year will go anywhere I please
Where's the problem?
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|Children of the Korn Attention all parents!||Years|
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|The Years of Growth and Fear The Age of Critical Realism||Лезгинка (With The Little Help From My Friends)|
|True friends…||I vent my frustration at you old man, after Years your ears will hear You screamed that you|
|Numbing rumble, countless medicine, Depleted from years of abuse|