Tramp Stamp

i am just a mother effing whore
with a tramp-stamp on her face.
the cries of uninhibited pleasure
follow me stumbling out the door
another pointless night of pleasure
caused by one to many rounds of jello shots
i should have known.
now i have another notch on my bed post.
the bruising from the other nights endeavors
are evident on my back
you gave me a questioning look
but i just smile and kiss your questions away

i am just a mother effing whore
with a tramp-stamp on her face.
you tell your friends i am no good
that i am just a slut
but every night i have to remind you
i am YOUR drunken whore.
the cries of my pleasure
follow you tumbling out the door
its just another night of pointless pleasure
one to many body shots
you should have known
that you were gonna be another notch on my bed post.
the bruising from the other night's festivities
can be seen through your muscle shirt
they gave you a questioning look
but you just smiled and look my way.

i am just a mother effing whore
with a tramp-stamp on her face.
living life on the edge,
but not the street corner.
every night i look for the pleasure
that can fill the void in my heart.
our cries of pleasure can be heard
as we quickly slam the door.
will it be just another night of pointless pleasure?
one to many games of beer pong
we should have known
that we would end up together.
the bed post has no more room on it.
and the bruising on my neck makes you smile
thinking of the nights festivities
you simply kiss it
and whisper in a faeries voice
"Your my effing whore, with my tramp stamped embedded on your face."
and i give a wary smile
and you kiss my worries away