I did some chores for a whore in a store from the yore © PETER ANDERSSON A MUSIC PARODY BASED ON: "FOOL FOR YOUR LOVING" BY: WHITESNAKE BONUS QUOTE: "In the confrontation between the stream and the rock, the stream always wins, not through strength but through persistence." UNKNOWN		As for the titles here the original's is never sung as a stand alone line so I've taken the liberty to let mine be descriptive rather than matching, this song was a real biatch to pace anyway, at one point during the writing I feared I'd be old myself before I got it together decent, it started of as "fooled on this one day no more" with a certain day of April in mind and (d)evolved into "drooling through loving no more" before it finally came together as a coherent story. That said: Watch where you're going boys... I sought porn under an old sign But out of the cold T'was a lonely shop, God knows Lust shut the door to grow mold While I looked at the floozies An' turned pages of shame She was moving, moving in Yeah, I ain't taking the blame She'd been locking the door God knows I ran for the can A dominatrix’s decor Just takes the breath out a man I had to pay to get away I did some chores for a whore from the yore Some chores in a second hand store I was used for plumbin' I don't think that's becomin' Sure, I was ghastly abhorred During my chores for that whore from the yore Was used for outlet relieving She kept me working too long No state of the art, but she knew a la carte And dammit, she was too strong She'd been blocking the phone At first I screamed all I can An old warty floozie unknown Just takes the spunk out a man I had to pay to get away I did some chores for a whore from the yore Some chores that I didn't care for I was used for swabbin' And all types of hand jobbin' Sure didn't help to implore During my chores for that whore in her store I’ll do such chores for a whore from the yore No more! No more! (Picking Strings) I had to pay to get away I did some chores for a whore from the yore And had to use stuff from her drawer When pleased she was hummin' She looked like she was comin' Back from the Second World War I'm not going there anymore No more! No more! Not going there anymore Having once got out the door Not going there anymore Have the bat call for the corps Not going there anymore I'm fooled only once heretofore © Peter Andersson 2006
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