You Fuck Me like a Goldmine – I Can't Promise You Anything
No, I don’t wish to feel your pinkie up my anus.
No, taking pictures next to me won’t make you famous.

Oh, you fuck me like a goldmine, I can see it in your eyes.
And no matter how you please me, I still know your words are lies.
Hard to believe.
Why won’t you leave?

You wiggle like a weasel every time you touch my ass.
Any minute now, expecting me to crap with gold and cash.
Yeah, there’s no doubt, you’re not the most subtle hooker!
If this pussy would have no coin, would you even hook her?

No, I don’t want to stick a dildo up your anus.
No, putting out downtown in bars won’t make you famous.

Oh, you fuck me like a goldmine, I can feel it in your breath.
Makes no difference if you cheat. One more dollar you shall have.
Hard to believe.
Why can’t I leave?

Every time I say "I’m leaving!", you just smile in daft surprise.
And your eyes are full of fear that you may lose your paradise.
Yeah, there’s no doubt, you’re not the most subtle tramp!
Every time I try to break free, you hold me tight like a clamp.

But after all, who can tell who is here to blame?
The chip hooker you are, trying to earn money,
or me, the pimp, trying to reignite my dead flame.

Written: 30.09.2018 – 17.12.2019