One of Your Whores - Extra life

She waits 'til oh-so-late for your call

Then she comes a-running

Face down in your lap so many nights

But this could be the last or only

More than a thought, less than a person

I know I’m lucky to be

Held like this whenever you want me

Sweetie, I’m your property

One of your whores

One of your whores

One of your whores

One of your whores

Eight years and you two still do this

But pleasure shoots outside time

Your fuck hovers still, above your biographies

You’re turning thirty (cling to the bed, cling to the bed)

More than a thought, less than a person

I know I’m lucky to be

Held like this whenever you want me

Sweetie, I’m your property

One of your whores (I won’t ask for more)

One of your whores (I won’t ask for more)

One of your whores (I don’t think very much of myself)

One of your whores