West Hollywood hookers

Where are all the virgins

All the blonde bombshells 

Along West Hollywood turns 

Down the Avenue that tells 

So graceful Mademoiselle

Drinking Martinis and wine 

So beautifully appointed

The Gods distinctly anointed 

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Where all the virgins

In the bars across the road

In the pools of the rich

And Parisian abode 

So graceful Mademoiselle

In fake tan underwear

And your heart that stares 

And brings upon this dare 

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Where are all the virgins

The ones that you knew

In the pools of the rich

And the glitter of the few

So graceful Mademoiselle

In the way that you walk

For your soul has turned rotten

In a game that's forgotten