.The suns going down,
As I drive out of town.
Unlock the front door;
Time to turn into a bitch-whore.
Leather across my tits,
P. V. C. Coated hips;
Restraints and chains are my toys,
I carry a variety of whips.
As the day turns to night
The transformation begi.
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