Tainted Whore
Carol Bond


I’m not the kind you’re looking for.

A tainted whore, a tainted whore.

No beauty queen,

Whipped cream, a sweet dream.

No, I’m not the kind you’re looking for.

I’m full of vitriol to even the score.

A tainted whore, a tainted whore.

Stick to the nice and pretty,

Don’t try the lowdown, dark and gritty.

Aint got nothing but my soul and my ass.

Nothing pleasant, a stone to pass.

You like ‘em light and stupid,

Shot through the heart by the arrows of cupid.

I’m damaged goods, vast and cruel.

Under my skirts, you shall not rule.

What I learned they don’t teach in school.

The hide’s getting scace on this old mule.

I’m not the kind you’re looking for.

Jais t’adore.  Jais t’adore.

A tainted  whore.