Whore
Whore
Whore
Whore
Whore
Whore
Riding on any wave
That is the luck you crave
They don't believe it, now
Just think it's stupid
So, got anything
Anyone could have done?
Who would've cared at all?
Not you!
Another heart has made the trade
Forget it, forget it, forget it
I don't understand how a heart is a spade
But somehow the vital connection is made
Riding on anything
Anything's good enough
Who would've thought it of?
Someone like you
Just as they've brought me 'round
Now that they've brought you down
Roundaboutin' 'round about
Who wants a life anyway?
Another heart has made the grave
Forget it, forget it, forget it
They don't understand how the last card is played
But somehow the vital connection is made
(A) whore
Whore
Whore
