MONEY AND A WHORE

I used to have money and a whore.
She proved to be rotten to the core.
Now without money she is no more.
I should have known what I was in for.

She is somewhere out there looking for a house,
relying on money from her little mouse.
It's sad to say she will never get paid,
all the mouse wanted was to get laid.

So as time passes on she wonders the streets,
yearning the feel of clean bed sheets.
But it's to late now, she's closed the door.
Seems she's always been a gold digging whore.

The mouse had a plan, he worked it slow.
Creeping and lurking as not to show.
The mouse worked her so that she showed pity,
all he wanted was to suck her tittie.

When your life is run by a little mouse,
how the fuck's he gonna buy you a house.
The mouse, he had one but lost it I'm told,
so now he pretends to have some gold.

The mouse slithered in just like a snake.
He clowned her daily he was so fake.
Playing hide and go seek day in and day out,
while she franticly searched her house all about.

The mouse, the snake, the clown, the fake,
cleaning and cooking and pies to bake.
Scoping about for what to take,
of her a clown, he would soon make.

Now the hero in her house,
a clowning, thieving, snake and a mouse.
He tweaked her head day after day,
of his mindfuck she would soon pay.

Now together in her van,
she has made the mouse her old man.