Yes! Young man, uh,
Garçon
Prostitution

From my car window, I see five to ten women
Who even take money for sin, scandal
They let their dignity evaporate on the street
Shameless! More than just swallowing fate, no go
Greed for money is already making our people rotten
A dollar bill brings the full anesthesia, they
Lie and hide the truth, one is never
Honest without honest work, dirt!
Chattering away, I'm late to my boss
I still have to cut his toenails
Dressing like a schoolgirl
Sucking up through professional life, what?!
I do it only for the money

There are people who never understand
We throw bricks at them
For that, you don't even have to go out on the street
Oh how good it is that we live in a glass house

There are people who never understand
We throw bricks at them
For that, you don't even have to go out on the street
Oh how good it is that we live in a glass house yeah yeah

Mercantilism!

Last night, all episodes of Baywatch, that
He likes and I always have something to talk about when I
Shave him from the chin fold, I
Bend over and also hold out the fourth cheek because
Her hand tastes like coal ovens, it occurs to me
"How about a raise, boss?" Drive home over the
Street, because I live nearby, there!
Again such a dishonorable one, whether I
Deepthroat or caress her, it's
All the same to her because she gets money, terrible,
I wonder who pays for such a slut
"She won't even give you a kiss, a friend said" Uh

There are people who never understand
We throw bricks at them
For that, you don't even have to go out on the street
Oh how good it is that we live in a glass house

There are people who never understand
We throw bricks at them
For that, you don't even have to go out on the street
Oh how good it is that we live in a glass house yeah yeah

Roman Polanski!

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