Strawberry

Give me crack and call me a bitch.
Give me crack and call me a bitch.
I'll do anything for a little crack.
I no longer have lungs, I no longer have a brain,
but I have a mouth and hands, and a magnificent ass.
I work diligently from the front and from behind.
I stumble through the shadows with the monkey on my back.
For a little crack, I can do anything.
My mascara has run and my wig has shifted,
so much lust in just one bitch!
I see you on a corner in your trench coat,
I lean on your shoulder and say, 'boy, you're in luck,
you have no idea what I could do to you.'
And you look at me and smile, but I am already serious,
because I feel your gun against my ear.
I finally understand that there will be no more crack,
and when I hear the click, there will be no more crack.
And I wonder what it feels like when you stop thinking.