Used Bitch

I’m a used bitch

I’m a hand me down version, I know

I’m as good as the loose end on the second-hand sweater you own

But once in a while

I remind you of home

I’m a used bitch

I’m a three-legged dog down the road

I’m the hole in your ceiling, I’m the wind that is keeping you cold

But once in a while

I remind you of home

And then the house is on fire

Mine’s the hand that you hold

Mine’s the hand that you hold

The hand that you hold

The hand that you hold

The hand that you hold

Mine’s the hand that you-

The hand that you hold

The hand that you hold

Mine’s the hand that you- (hold)