Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell But I always sold it easy to you You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements They're bigger pills to swallow than the truth I've got everything to gain, I've got nothing to lose I'll sell myself to you anytime, where I chose Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore I'll be your whore, your whore
Sore eyes and chains, that killing time There's a killing just begging to be made You can have your pound of flesh, it's yours for a price and Only God's getting bone left to trade And I know how it feels to be alone in a crowd Driven by the voices that scream out loud And if love is a beauty spot then I'm an open sore Get your money down and I'll be, I'll be your whore I'll be your whore I'll be your whore I'll be your whore
Before you accuse, I already stand convicted All these scars of mine, are all self inflicted If love is an ocean then I'm washed upon the shore Search us once again, search us once more Just one more time, I'll be your whore
Got everything to gain and I've got nothing to lose I'll sell myself to you any damn way I chose Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore I'll be your whore I'll be your whore I'll be your whore I'll be your whore Cold metal Cold metal Cold metal Cold metal Cold metal Cold metalTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
