Whores

I'm a wily thing

Tied to many strings

If you pull one wrong

I might go off on you

But what can I do?

I'm stuck inside the same machine as you

Could you tell me how it works

I'm always the one who gives in first

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Soft skin glistening but their eyes have tears to hide

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Hey man, we're all selling ourselves in this life

And there's nothing worse

Than finding yourself burned

By a life of lessons learned wrong

What have they been teaching us all along

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Soft skin glistening but their eyes have tears to hide

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Hey man, we're all selling ourselves in this life

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Soft skin glistening but their eyes have tears to hide

I'm thinking 'bout whores in the sunshine

Hey man, we're all selling ourselves in this life