I’m just a fool who sits around In a brothel in this town I lick my lips each one I kiss And then on each one I go down I watch the days turn to a year And as they pass it grows my fear What have I done what have I done But give the lust crazed boys their fun I’m just a whore I’m just a whore Until I turn into manure What does it mean is it a dream Or is it just one bad joke I guess I’ll sit here drinking champagne Until the day I croak I think I once did have a dream But now I’m nasty and I’m mean I’ll suck your wallet I’ll suck it dry Come on baby give me a try I’m just a whore I’m just a whore Until I turn into manure I’m just a whore I’m just a whore Come on baby me you can paw Take me now upon the bed Or take me now upon the floor And when I wither from the treetop Then I’ll sell the fresh young crop I’m just a whore I’m just a whore And there is no way to stop I’m just a whore I’m just a whore Until I turn into manureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
