Flash flash three hearts are ringing
The bow is falling and the little girls singing
Oh come to me, see the show
the sl.ut garden painted more colorful than a rainbow
her hair is like cotton candy,
her make ups drawn to match
A subtle little figure
She's quite the forbidden catch
she flicks out her tongue, plays with the rings
traces the cuts like an instrument, she sings
the pole is her friend and she hugs him tight
watches the money rain, thinking its alright
she crawls slowly on her bruised knees,
closer and closer still
she knows that you wont leave her now
she knows how to make you feel...
give her this and show her that
avoid her sultry eyes,
her movements like a cat
pretend it doesn't affect you
the way she can see
but now there is nothing...
no nothing to set him free
her savior comes just a bit too late
to warm the eyes that have learned to hate
she pushes him down onto the bed,
watches him squirm, watches him sweat
he wont push her off, he wont say no
come next morning, he'd enjoyed the blow
slowly out the window, she goes back to her little hell
puts on the chains to the home she knows so well
no tear is shed, no smile waned
she just crawls back to her corner
disappearing from mind and eye
her little boys almost mourn her
but soon even their thoughts become a bore
she wants their money, no nothing more
hard to believe a girl can live who has not cried
but in the sl.ut garden dance only those who've died
