Baby, why are you a teenage whore?

When I was a teenage whore
My mother asked me she said, "Baby, what for?
I give you plenty, why do you want more?
Baby why are you a teenage whore?"

I said I feel so, alone and I,
I wish I could die
I've seen the things you put me through and I
I wish I could die

Jag älskar Hole. Jag älskar Courtney Love.

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