Confessions of a Prostitute : Kendra Sunderland

I'll tell you the worst part 
about being a whore,
Its not walking them out,
It's dead bolting the door.

If you lock it too fast,
Then I'm scared that they'll know,
I wanted them to leave,
The whole night was a show.

So I anxiously wait,
And I lock it real slow,
My sex drive depleting, screaming
Please won't you go!

But that cash is so good
That I just can't say no,
So I fuck men for money,
A little weed and some blow.

It's hard to remember,
To let the door slam,
To remember I'm a whore,
And I shouldn't give a damn.