By Leonard Pigg
She was the one who got around
The same one that let you down
One of the people you grew to hate
Mad as hell you found out too late
She had no heart to call her own
Her love was in the scream and moan
The warriors came out to play
While driving the varlets away
In the human dog-pile she rose to the top
Her compulsive nature wouldn’t let her stop
Once the party was over, she didn’t feel like a lady
Later on she ends up with a mystery baby
Festering in her belly an unknown factor
She didn’t know if the father was athlete or actor
Or worse, an aspiring rapper with no real career
She hopes, at least it was the guy with good beer
If only she could remember at least one man’s name
A massive feat, given the years of shame
Abuse of drugs leave her life a bust
The trail of random lovers all lead to dust
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