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https://naomiking.bandcamp.com/album/the-story-of-us

Grade-A Slut © Naomi King, 2014

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You, you saw him across the room
You saw him across the room
You saw him and walked on over
You, you smiled and you made your move
You smiled and you made your move
You smiled and you moved in closer

You, you put yourself on him
You put your ass on him
You backed it up and
You, you gave him your number
You wrote down your number
And you said to call, oh

You, you met up and noticed there
The ring on his finger there
The ring and you knew he was married
You, you ground on a married man
You fondled a married man
You touched him and let him touch you

You, you put yourself on him
You told him you want him
You told him all the things
You'd love to do to him
The ways that you'd do him
You knew you'd win well

Chorus:
Grade-A slut, I'm not afraid to say you're
Not above sucking dick to get
What you want
But your time is running out, 'cause I'm outing you, you
Grade-A slut, I'm not above telling the
World about everything you did, so
Look around, everyone is gonna know
You're a fucking ho, oh

You, you bent over, oh so smooth
You stuck out your ass, and you
You pressed it into his crotch and
You, you rubbed your hand on his dick
You rubbed him and licked your lips
You leaned in oh, you took it

Oh, I know that a dollar
Could buy your vagina
As long as he was mine
You did all you had to
My love, ever after
This married man, you

Chorus

Woah, and then you took him home
Woah, I guess you'll never know
Woah, how it feels to be a lady
Homewrecking whore, you
Woah, you tried to take him home
Woah, I guess it's all you know
Woah, 'cause you're a fucking ho, woah

Grade-A slut, I'm not afraid to say you're
Not above sucking dick to get
What you want
But your time is running out, yeah

Chorus

Grade-A slut, you
Grade-A slut, you
Grade-A slut, oh
You're a fucking whore, oh.