When i was a teenage whore

My mother asked me she said, "baby what for?

I give you plenty, why do you want more?

Baby, why are you a teenage whore?"

I said i feel so alone and i

I wish i could die

Seen the things you put me through and

I wish i could die

When i was a teenage whore

The rain came down like it never did before

I pay good money not to be ignored

Why am i a teenage whore

I've seen your repulsion and it looks real good on you

Tonight and why?

What you put me through

Of my house...

Get out of my house

Get out of my house

Get out of my house

When i was a teenage whore

My mother asked me she said, "baby what for?

I give you plenty why do you want more?

Baby, why are you a teenage whore?"

I've seen your repulsion

And it looks real good on you

I don't want to live what you have

You have put me through

I wanted that shirt and i wanted those pants

I never had a way