Little slut horny for a boy
Doesn't care what love is
Doesn't know what lust is
Just accepts him without thought
He brings a tide upon her
Slowly she is drowning.
Now some years are passed
Same little slut has grown
To like the tide of shame and blood
She takes on women eagerly
Fighting and bedding and slicing
There are skeletons in the closet
Males will cheer
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