Harlots
© 1999 Lana Lokteff. All Rights Reserved
Photo: Sean Horton & HPX

He embraces her breast, presses her bosom
She lusts for other lovers
She lays with them in her youth
She defiles

HARLOT SHE'S A HARLOT

She corrupts sincerity
Lost her dignity
She's not sensual
She eats at your purity
Knows just how to please
She flaunts seducing eyes, showing off her disguise
for desirable men

HARLOT, SHE'S A HARLOT

Worn and gray this isn't love
It's cold and empty and I know you're not healthy
She plots out a deadly plan, asking you to take her hand
Loosing your power, you she devours
Silently screaming

HARLOT, SHE'S A HARLOT

Where did you go?
Where did your glow go?
Why didn't he know, you weren't white as snow?
How did you hide, the real you behind, those lovely eyes?
Not the real you...
Not the real you...