All The Guys Play With Annie

She walks down the street at night,
Whistling a tune with salacious intent.
I know not a more ominous sight
Than that of Annie working to pay the rent.
She attracts the guys like bees to honey,
And she melts in their mouths and their hands.
Oh, the wicked sight of such blatent gluttony,
And it will soon spread through the fall of the sands.
Yet all the guys play with Annie
And have not a care in this world.
They get her in the car, bumping elbows and fannies,
Or they'll rip her apart on the mattress.
They penetrate and lube all the nooks and cranies,
This sex in which they obsess.
And Annie, you ask? Well, she's a cheap trick,
Always having fun with the little boys,
Throwing caution to the wind, risking getting sick,
But she don't care since she cashes in on their "toys."