Trash
( For those who learn the hard way).
Talk and Tramp until you choke
Drink and smoke until you're broke
Flaunt and flirt with old men
Know that there's always room for ten
Dance until you lose your leg
Shake that butt until it breaks
The hotter the mood the shorter the dress
The more that you're used you look like a mess
Fight argue and turn on a friend
With you the cat fights never end
The hotter the mood the shorter the dress
The more that you're used you look like a mess
All of those guys you think are true
The truth is they don't care 'bout you
The hotter the mood the shorter the dress
The more that you're used you look like a mess
There are no more parties nor running wild
When she becomes a mother to some bastard child
Confined at home like trash in a can
With troubles that only god can understand.