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Whore’s Breakfast
© Jennifer Mansfield 1999

She washed her face, she said her prayers
She put on her shoes when she came downstairs
She hoped he wouldn’t wake till she was gone
The morning sun was shining hard
The dew turned to vapor in the yard
She wondered if this time, her luck had run

(Bridge)

Well, she heard a cough behind her
And the dew served to remind her
Of the reason she was leaving before he was through
And she said: “I’d rather be alone in this great big city
Than to eat another whore’s breakfast with you”.

(Chorus)
A whore’s breakfast –
Sit and rest your trembling legs
It takes more than two cups of coffee
To choke down pride with eggs
When a whore’s breakfast is all that greets the day
What a joke it seems when the dish of your dreams
Is just another lay

Well, biscuits cold are biscuits hard
It doesn’t take very long and you can throw ‘em in the yard
Sometimes you oughta bake your biscuits fresh
And gravy’s thick or gravy’s thin
Just have it on the table when the boys come in
Keep your mind on your cookin’ if you know what’s best

(Chorus)

© 2004 Jennifer Mansfield Peal. All Rights Reserved.