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Judah Rollins 1971 (Bonwier)
Hey, Jezebel, since we’re talking under our clothes. Can you cook ? Do you clean ? Do you smell like fish or Funyun rings ? Stop talking under your clothes, Jesus paid the price not for sale Jezebel.
Refrain: What do you have to offer ?(Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you have to offer ?
( Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you offer ? ( Response) Kitty Kat.
Lick your neck , your back , your kitty and your crack, hormones jumping like a disco, sounds like a single lonely whore better to be married than to burn , JEZEBEL.
Refrain: What do you have to offer ?(Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you have to offer ?
( Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you offer ? ( Response) Kitty Kat.
Sex sales, not for sale; another level of human hell from ungodly women, worship me I am woman , woman in the world the fall of man, the devils advocate keeping man from worshipping God and worshipping you and that worn out cookie of many men instead of one for a lifetime. Go to hell Jezebel.
Refrain: What do you have to offer ?(Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you have to offer ?
( Response) Kitty Kat.
What do you offer ? ( Response) Kitty Kat.
About this poem
Women and the world we I Live in today and how sex sales
Written on April 03, 2024
Submitted by JudahRollins on April 20, 2024
Modified by JudahRollins on April 20, 2024
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