Just because I give it away for free,
under no conditions am I a whore,
spread your legs and let the boys take a look,
they say this to a little girl, why me?
Because I'm not supposed to ask you why,
even if they called me pussy galore,
creating characters out of a book,
a little girl repeats just what she hears,
until it's too late and she starts to cry,
silly how I learned the hard way that boys
enlist girls to enjoy the bad and good.
I understood they treated us like toys.
Give me ten minutes and a plank of wood
is all I ask, after so many tears,
vengeance is mine, I will repay tenfold,
enemies they made me of one-time friends.
In my cell, I wonder what I have done
that is so sinister to be called bold.
Answer my questions father, must I die
when they lured me to be bad, who defends
a little girl from those boys, just to have fun,
yes, fun, that's what they thought I would feel, too.
Fun is supposed to free the soul, to fly
on the wings of eagles, is this not true,
reason was not my forte as a child.
For fuck's sake, father, I was a bit wild,
really, I can't make sense why I am here,
ending up behind bars, nothing to fear,
execution at midnight, Pinky Blue.
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