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 metal