So the moral of this story is: Who are you to judge? There's only one true judge, and that's God So chill, and let my Father do His job. - Cheryl James

No, I ain't hard like the bitches on a boulevard My face ain't scarred, and I don't dance in bars. You can call me a tramp if you want to But I remember the punk who just humped and dumped you.

What's the matter with your life? Why you gotta mess with mine?

The difference between a hooker and a ho ain't nothin' but a fee So hold your tongue tightly, wish you could be like me You're poppin' all that mess only to stress and to spite me Now you can get with that or you can get with this But I don't give a shit cuz really it's none of your business.