He thinks it's really funny, that I don't want to give anymore If it wasn't for the money, Id spend my evenings outside the motel door.
He says to play his "mummy" and spank him as he cries for more Im running out of thoughts to keep me excited Im running out of sexy words to get me started
And its all that I know, and the sex keeps me out of the cold And its all that I know, cos it's my job to fuck who Im told.
I feel the end its coming my legs are barely strong enough to get around I'm running out of things to keep me occupied when i don't have a stranger inside
And its all that I know, and the sex keeps me out of the cold And its all that I know, cos it's my job to fuck who I'm told.