Blondie Sexappeal - Cyber Whore

A hooker
A hooker
A hooker
A hooker

Money, money's all I like
Going out is what I like
I am superficial, plastic
Can you please stop asking me
"What's up?" I don't care to answer that
I only care about the balance
On my bank account, yeah

Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't here
Nobody's gonna see
When I make your balance disappear
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't home
Nobody's gonna know
That you're fucking a hooker

Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off

All eyes are on me
I am the center of attention
'Cause they're always so jealous
I can feel the tension
Thrift shop top
So above and beyond

Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't here
Nobody's gonna see
When I make your balance disappear
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't home
Nobody's gonna know
That you're fucking a hooker

Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off

I bully men online
Into giving me a couple bucks
I'm showing off my body
For a couple thousand likes, yeah

A hooker
A hooker
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't here
Nobody's gonna see
When I make your balance disappear
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't home
Nobody's gonna know
That you're fucking, fucking
(Oh)

Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Chat room queen
Yeah, I'm showing it off
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't here
Nobody's gonna see
When I make your balance disappear
Give me your credit card
Your wife isn't home
Nobody's gonna know
That you're fucking a hooker

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Blondie Sexappeal

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