Truth in Poetry

I heard a song the other day by an artist named Rihanna. It's an awful song, not just because it sounds like she's singing it out of her left nostril, but because she tries to put class with adultery. I didn't hear all the lyrics, but I think it goes a little something like this:

I spread open my legs
Every single day
But he keeps avoiding me
Sorrow to my core
Cause it seems that all I am
Is just a little whore

He's more than a man
But he can't understand
I like it up the ass
Really, really fast
I'm on my knees again
'Cuz this is who I am

And I know that he knows I'm unfaithful
And it kills him inside
To know that I will lay down on my back
For just any guy

Chorus:
I don't wanna be a whore no more
I don't wanna be the reason why
He has to cure one disease or more
Or he could die a little more inside
I don't wanna be a little whore
I don't wanna take away his life
But I'll never be
A faithful wife.

I think you get the picture. Let's be truthful, okay? I mean, c'mon, Nelly Furtado had the balls to name her album "Loose". There's some truthful advertising!