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Sir I’m Selling Love

She was a young thing barely eighteen but she was working he could tell by her cloths
He walked past her on the street corner into the store to buy some smokes
When he came out, she proposition him for a night in the room right above
She said I’m hungry and need to pay the rent, Sir I’m Selling Love

There’s no need to lie and I’m not ashamed of the work I do
I ran away from home six months ago and since I did I ain’t had a bruise
My new life I live ain’t all that great but a lot better than it was No man will ever touch me again for free, Sir I’m Selling Love

My dad’s in prison for selling drugs he was set up by my mom’s boyfriend
Mom let that man have his way with me over and over again
But he will never touch me again, I have a 38 incase he does
Yeah he’s the only man who can’t afford me, Sir I’m Selling Love


I don’t mean to bother you with my history I know it’s not right
But for fifty bucks I’ll take care of you any day or night
My mom told me “Let men have their way they’ll take care of me just because”
Though she never said they’d abuse me for free, Sir I’m Selling Love
No I never wanted to be _____________ but, Sir I’m Selling Love



Bobby Mitchell Music
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