Red Lights ...

She fell and she couldn't get up
Stopped giving a fuck
She had no luck
And no one to trust
All she could ever depend on was lust
She brought it out of every man, woman, and child
Even drove animals wild
With her seductive style
And her Renaissance smile
SEX
Was what they saw, smelled, and felt all over her
She had no idea how or why
But when she looked into peoples eyes
SEX
All she's good for
A natural born whore
Good for nothing
Other than fucking
Cuz whats loving got to do with it?