Champagne Whores - Whatever It Takes/Mong

Written by：Hans Teirlinck

Career girls slut good lookers

Perfect clothes but just money coopers

Licking that big desk licking that ass

F**king on cock she just wants the cash

You have no pride

Career girls thick you're someone

Selling yourself for the boss his sex fun

You have no morals you're nothing more

Than a goddamn champagne whore

You have no pride

You have no pride

Ahhhhh

You're number one

In your money dreams

But in fact

You're nothing more

Than a dustbin for the boss his cum cream

A full mouthed

Dirty little queen

Cheap meat

For the business man stream

You're you're a nothing more

Than a champagne whore

Look in the mirror

See the truth

See the shame

Where you in

You walk around like a glamour girl

With your head in the sky

You think you live your life the perfect way

But b**ch

Then you gonna

Cry

Let me tell you about this b**ch with no class

How she opens up her legs for quick cash

How she's hoping to get stacks in one pass

She's fake she's fool she's trash

The moves she makes

And how she walks

Smiles she fakes

And how she talks

A real disgrace

At a dead end block

Acting like she knows but she does not

She sold her soul just to reach her goals

Now she's f**king the rich just to feed the poor

A nasty b**ch

With no remorse

Living a lie on false hopes

To get the coke the liquor and the dope

Her life a joke inside she's broke

The nights are cold all hope is gone

The day will come she feels alone

All nights alone the pain has won

The shame on her knees and

All the girl she is on hang

Career girls thick you're someone

Selling yourself

Boss his sex fun

You have no morals

You're nothing more

Champagne whore