Five OClock Whore
Saw her the diner after the rush
Hair like sin and lips that crush
Clocked out early, still dressed to sin
With the look of someone who always wins
She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t tease
She moves like sweat between the sheets
Knows her worth, knows her game
Every man just learns her name
Shes a five oclock whore
No shame, just need
She don’t want flowers
She wants you to bleed
By six youre wrecked
By seven youre poor
But still beg for more
From the five oclock whore
She don’t chase hearts, just skin and cash
A soul so sharp it cuts like lash
Flavored lip gloss, bruised perfume
Leaves you naked and outta room
Neighbors whisper, but they stare too long
Shes the hook in every filthy song
No ring, no vows, no chains to break
Shes the end to every bad mistake
Five oclock whore
Kisses like theft
She steals your name
Then takes whs left
By eight youre ash
By nine, folklore
Another notch
For the five oclock whore
Her door don’t lock
But her rules are firm
You get the heat
But never the burn
No goodbye
Just the echo of knees
And the scent of lust
On motel sheets
She once had dreamsso the rumors go
But dreams don’t last in the undertow
Now shes the fever they can’t ignore
A walking fuck you
And so much more
Five oclock whore
With heels like blades
She cuts through prayers
And Sunday shades
By ten, shes gone
Like smoke from war
But they still crawl
To the five oclock whore
Not every queen wears gold or grace
Some just leave
A lipstick trace
Ths 75 down, and this ones got strip-club DNA and enough titude to bankrupt a priest.
Saw her the diner after the rush
Hair like sin and lips that crush
Clocked out early, still dressed to sin
With the look of someone who always wins
She doesn’t smile, she doesn’t tease
She moves like sweat between the sheets
Knows her worth, knows her game
Every man just learns her name
Shes a five oclock whore
No shame, just need
She don’t want flowers
She wants you to bleed
By six youre wrecked
By seven youre poor
But still beg for more
From the five oclock whore
She don’t chase hearts, just skin and cash
A soul so sharp it cuts like lash
Flavored lip gloss, bruised perfume
Leaves you naked and outta room
Neighbors whisper, but they stare too long
Shes the hook in every filthy song
No ring, no vows, no chains to break
Shes the end to every bad mistake
Five oclock whore
Kisses like theft
She steals your name
Then takes whs left
By eight youre ash
By nine, folklore
Another notch
For the five oclock whore
Her door don’t lock
But her rules are firm
You get the heat
But never the burn
No goodbye
Just the echo of knees
And the scent of lust
On motel sheets
She once had dreamsso the rumors go
But dreams don’t last in the undertow
Now shes the fever they can’t ignore
A walking fuck you
And so much more
Five oclock whore
With heels like blades
She cuts through prayers
And Sunday shades
By ten, shes gone
Like smoke from war
But they still crawl
To the five oclock whore
Not every queen wears gold or grace
Some just leave
A lipstick trace
Ths 75 down, and this ones got strip-club DNA and enough titude to bankrupt a priest.