I know this girl who is a whore,

She’s fucked fifty guys before.

She boasts in pride of her conquests,

Going out every night to pick up more.

“Nympho,” she jokes quite cheerfully,

Ordering a shot, then downing four.

“Sex isn’t love,” her therapist says,

But she’s having too much fun to care.

She has names with dates recorded

In that little black book of hers.

But lately she’s been too drunk and high

To keep track of her latest one-night stands.

Beware, guys, of this wasted heartbreaker,

She’s not wife material, she’s not the girlfriend type;

You can’t take her home to meet your parents.

She’ll tell you herself, without being asked–

She’s a goddamn bloody whore.

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