Paris circa '24
wait...or was it '34?
In the open door
of a lingerie store
I was poor
and a whore
You? a bit of a bore
yet so much more
I couldn't ignore
We had a rapport
We had to explore
Although we swore
'Nevermore!'
But we hit the floor
It hurt to the core
and it tore
a big fucking hole in my heart
that's still sore
What was that for?
We both knew the score
Nothing's fair in love or war
