Damaged Goods

Wed, 09/23/2020 - 16:32 -- Kai123

I know my worth and I add a tax

Tax for all the men who came before you

Oh, don't forget the interest 

Intrest for all the time I spent waiting on you

You pay the intrest then you pay your bill

And when you've tasted me and I've tasted you 

That tax has to be paid because the tax man is coming

The damage has to be paid for

And you've signed up to pay. 

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