Paroles de Flowers

In the street you sell it all To anyone who calls I will pimp you to any clown Anyone that’s around Well you know that you’ll fall apart It’s not iron it’s your heart And how swift is your decline Like a young fresh wine How low will be the depths Until you take your last breath You never stood a chance For any man you’ll dance ’Twas the time of the jack ripper Exact dates not known to us But we know he butchered prozzies And cut out their uterus Let’s hope Jack does nothing rash And we make some cash All the old pervs just leer They won’t shed a tear You’re cut down from year to year Then a fresh crop appears Your erotic dance is death Orgies then your last breath In the street you sell it all To anyone who calls