Mission U.K. - Whore Lyrics
Just look at me, i've got nothing to sellBut i always sold it easy to youYou can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgementsThey're bigger pills to swallow than the truthI've got everything to gain, i've got nothing to loseI'll sell myself to you anytime, where i choseHands are getting dirty as the cries call out for moreCross my palm with silver and i'll be, i'll be your whoreI'll be your whore, your whoreSore eyes and chains, that killing timeThere's a killing just begging to be madeYou can have your pound of flesh, it's yours for a price andOnly god's getting bone left to tradeAnd i know how it feels to be alone in a crowdDriven by the voices that scream out loudAnd if love is a beauty spot then i'm an open soreGet your money down and i'll be, i'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreBefore you accuse, i already stand convictedAll these scars of mine, are all self inflictedIf love is an ocean then i'm washed upon the shoreSearch us once again, search us once moreJust one more time, i'll be your whoreGot everything to gain and i've got nothing to loseI'll sell myself to you any damn way i choseHands are getting dirty as the cries call out for moreCross my palm with silver and i'll be, i'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreI'll be your whoreCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metalCold metal
