Sex Sells
Written entirely and exclusively by Sean Little
Additional vocals by Sydnie Little

Verse one

Convinced from a young age, sex sells
Older sister named Chanel
Dressed well best Chanel
Pressed nails
Latest retail
Vanity is life, the rest details
Her bust but no gut strut impressed males
Beauty masking a messy self
No nine to five when she drive arrive in a SL
Gain cash to pass she knew the test well
Never F ail
Quest to prevail
Left mamma’s depressed cell
Broken glass egg shells or rusty nails
After worldly glory with guts for sale
Enter from the front or tail
Still at the front of the tale
Heads up flipping the coin
Mamma missing the point
Two daughters two fathers no support so in short
Mamma holds couple of jo’s pay’s low
Chanel grew and knew a few moves to make dough
Play the hard guy soft, play dough
Mamma couldn’t save cash couldn’t save her kids
Chanel name was her alias
Back to her baby sis
Full circle figure eight at six
Lifestyle of getting aid and rich paid to trick
Or minimum wage and dicked

Chorus One

Convinced from a young age, sex sells
Sprawled on the front page, sex sells
Raw if you want aids, sex sells
Ignored in the dunce age, sex sells
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex
Soon as sex is sold, onto the next
(repeat once)

Verse Two

A mix of mamma morals Chanel desire
Mamma spoke of heaven and hell she felt the fire
Kept cool with the ice on
In control on cruise no chicken head like Tyson
Flip white if the price is right flip if the price wrong
Guys keep ya eyes on, little sis
Glamorous glits on her little wrist hips switch
Eye lids a little flip
Typical male approach straight forward
A favor You’ll get paid for it long as I get laid for it
Little sis turned onto his confidence
Signal mixed as compliments
Far as being celibate said the hell with it I’ll just sell a bit Greed for need indeed she is made more rich
Money was the cushion preparing pain
She could always fly away first class pushing
Air in the plane
Often a tourist
All things could afford like Taurus
Lifestyles of the lavish and lonely little sis is the poorest

Chorus Two

Convinced from a young age, sex sells
Sprawled on the front page, sex sells
Raw if you want aids, sex sells
Ignored in the dunce age, sex sells
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex
Soon as sex is sold, onto the next
(repeat once)

Verse Three

Youth produced confused adolescence
mamma plus Chanel couldn’t add a lesson
little sis skipped past the path of direction
After math after confession regrets set in
Lies can’t settle between devil and men
Little sis see lust in they face and wont pay
Any time of the day
To a man trying to say
Trust in me
Much rather push him away
Then see him bust and peace
The games she play
so when she lay she can rest in peace
The game of life hard knocks no referee
Bitter taste equates the recipe
She was force fed
Living life to the flesh, she is of course dead
Songs in the key of life, all is fair in love
Amplified by not sharing love with Love Himself
Just the love of self splashed with love of wealth
Had her hitting Stevie notes
The foolish life
Far from the life to the full like Jesus quotes

Chorus Three

Convinced from a young age, sex sells
Sprawled on the front page, sex sells
Raw if you want aids, sex sells
Ignored in the dunce age, sex sells
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex, yes
Sex is selling if you selling the sex
Soon as sex is sold, onto the next
(repeat once)