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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 her on, don't think to ask her why
She kills her in a cage
She rapes her in her bed
She'll cut out every lifeless heart
To hear the sound instead
Of silence, no annoying inane talk
No abuse, no insane mistreatment.
Only women, only females
She'll take the harsh revenge
So many won't, so many can't
She's not entitled to but will.
Now some years are passed
Same little slut has grown
World weary and world-wiser
Woman of the Wold
She smiles to herself
As she listens to your cares
She laughs inside but hides it
Because she knows you like it
When she's thoughtful and useful
And reminds you to have faith
Each one is good, each one of us has flaws
Just another thing you have to take in stride
And finally she dies, she told you what you had to hear.
--Amanda Lambert Wrote it spring 2008.