Sex Sells


United States

As I sit here and watch tv,

I realized thatSex sells.And I'm not talking about the continues thrust between my legs. I'm talking about sex. Webster's thesaurus:genderFemaleWomanWho I am.NOTWhat I amOr what I'm capable of. But as long as my breast sit up highAnd there are curves in my ass and thighs,I sell. Despite my heart or my brainAs long as I'm eye candy, I have the world to gain. But I wonder..Is it a prize or a painIs being sexy a shameIs caring a bane It doesn't matter, Your not a name. Your just a player in the game.Now,Remember your lines And don't forget to smile. 


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