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Damn I'm cold. 
I'm so ashamed. 
I wash and scrub 
but still I feel the lust. 
I've tasted the forbidden 
fruit the sweet smell of 
sex. I cant get enough 
it makes me feel tough. 
I go out at night 
by the prairie light 
to find the woman of 
the night. 
I pick one maybe two 
like a herd of cattle 
waiting for me to make 
my decision before 
the battle. 
one hundred two 
hundred three hundred 
make your price, damn it feels 
so nice. 
No sweet talk no numbers 
no nothing just sweet sex 
it's the best. 
Waking up in the morning 
they are gone, 
with out a trace. I can get on 
with my day. 
Every night the same 
hunting for sweet 
sex. It's the best. 
But why cant I shake 
this feeling of emptyness?

Sweet Sex