I walked out one night
Strolling down
The people on the sidewalk
Looked like clumps of meat
And outside of the IHOP
I heard a hooker shout
Sitting in the parking lot
My love has no doubt
I’ll love you, pimp, I’ll love you
Til weed doesn’t get me high
And your drugs won’t make me crazy
And your punches don’t make me cry
I’ll love you til the Chick fil a
Is open seven days a week
And the seven old cars I have
Won’t continue to leak
The years will pass like quarterbacks
For in my purse I carry
All of your money and drugs
In hope that we will marry
But then the cops in the city
Pull up with their sirens a blow
There is no love here
You are just a ho
From the darkness of the alley
Where our surveillance team stood
They watched you do your business
With people from the hood
Willfully or forcefully
We will have our way
We will finally arrest you
Tomorrow or today
Into many cars we have seen
Women enter with dirty men
But the police shut them down
And we throw them in the den
So cry into your hands
Cry til you can’t see
And think about what you’ve done
And how many men you’ve pleased
The shotgun bangs in the kitchen
The pot screams on the stove
And the duck in the bathtub
Sails to a secret cove
Where the mom’s raffle coupons
And the Bloods are friends with Crips
And every student graduates
And the fat kids can do flips
Take a look in the mirror
Just take a look at what you are
Life can still take you places
Although you can’t go far
Stand by the window
As you start to cry
You can still love your pimp
Even if it’s a lie
It was late, late that night
The ho and pimp were gone
The police turned off their sirens
The IHOP lights were still on
-BOOMTOWN
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