If you could love me as a wife 

and for my wedding gift, your life 

Should that be all Id ever need 

or is there more Im looking for 



and should I read between the lines 

and look for blessings in disguise 

To make me handsome, rich, and wise 

Is that really what you want 



I am a whore I do confess 

But I put you on just like a wedding dress 

and I run down the aisle 

and I run down the aisle 

Im a prodigal with no way home 

but I put you on just like a ring of gold 

and I run down the aisle to you 



So could you love this bastard child 

Though I dont trust you to provide 

With one hand in a pot of gold 

and with the other in your side 



I am so easily satisfied 

by the call of lovers so less wild 

That I would take a little cash 

Over your very flesh and blood 



Because money cannot buy 

a husbands jealous eye 

When you have knowingly deceived his wife