black leather scene

YOU THINK YOU HAD IT BAD

HOME WITH YOUR MOTHER

BUT NOW YOUR INTO PORNO

WITH AN UNKNOWN LOVER

 

WHITE LIGHTS IN YOUR EYES

A CAMERA ROLLS YOUR SINS

THIS SO CALLED EASY MONEY

IS TOO ROUGH ON THE SOUL

 

THIS IS YOUR LIVING NIGHTMARE

YOUR BLACK LEATHER SCENE

ON THE SMALL SILVER SCREEN

LOVES NOT THE GAME PLAYED

 

THEY'LL TAKE IT ALL FROM YOU

LEAVING JUST A HOLLOW SHELL

LIKE MEAT BOUGHT AND SOLD

SUCKING YOUR SWEETNESS DRY

 

YOU DON'T KNOW WHOSE HEADS

THAT IS LAYING ON YOUR PILLOW

LIFE HAS BECOME A TRICK AN HOUR

USED UP LIKE AN OLD RAG DOLL

 

THIS IS YOUR LIVING NIGHTMARE

YOUR BLACK LEATHER SCENE

ON THE SMALL SILVER SCREEN

LOVES NOT THE GAME PLAYED

 

GAME OVER

 

BY: MELISSA MCMAHAN

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