Red-light sunken stockings-tight; She's loose and locked; her lungs
Are lunged in stasis; Struck and starving
She'll claw the cashnotes crushed tonight
Her jewel's in the jaw; each wing
Encrusted in disaster; faster, faster
Will her to resist; she'll get her kicks
While kicking hard; her heart is clutched between each breast
She'll heavy wandering eyelids; she's broke and bruised; her ruse
Is wonder of the waist; she tastes
The aftershock of love; it's gloves
Outworn and worked in fingers white; each grubby hand
To land along her lips; she's tricked herself to know naught else
But pressure oft' applied; she's beautiful; her skin annulled
By passages out-tread, her walk unsteady
Money, paycheck, ready?
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