Pretty Faces Don't Last Forever

There's somethin that just doesn't sit right here
A ponytail and big dough eyes
And a sob story to follow, we all know where this goes
The ending may not be as bright

She starts out quiet, observing the politics
Or as I'd like to call it, Looking for her next target
Undercover whores have a system and the weak ones fall victim first
Spinning her story of a troubled past
Throwing words like, rape, around like its candy

But how much can be true if it's told so many times
Whispers what you wana hear while in the most "professional" places
Tantalizing pictures blow up the phone
The next victim has been hooked

"You've got a girl, but she's nothin compared to me
Come to bed now before she wakes"
The sun sets and the hunger rises
Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest as they say

The others see past the fake victim facade
Being the same genome, they know how to play the game
Fawn over them, make them feel like men
Send a dirty piture or two, turn their balls blue
Make those promises for special occasions

Just remember little girl, you're stomping on territory that's not one to be trespassed
Come around here again and I'll show you how grown women act
No need for pitty or being a victim
Stand up for yourself and quit being the sad sob story

Cuz in the end you'll be told that your leg spreading has ended you
Your life now hangs in the balance
Time being your worst enemy
So have a nice life and enjoy those few moments of lust

That pretty face is only one side of a 2 faced whore
And we all know that pretty faces arent forever