I'm sick, but I am not a slut.
I am the tragic heroine.
I look for love in strange men's trucks.
Men only like the way I fuck.
This hate is naked on my skin.
I'm sick, but I am not a slut.
You make me drink from paper cups.
My lips are pierced with rusted pins.
I look for love in strange men's trucks.
I've never had the best of luck.
I always lose. You always win.
I'm sick, but I am not a slut.
The tides are calm when I throw up.
The angels walk among the thin.
I look for love in strange men's trucks.
You force me down and make me suck.
There is no mirth within your grin.
I'm sick, but I am not a slut.
I look for love in strange men's trucks.
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