Whore

You're not a saint, neither am i,

You've bedded different girls,

And I'm aware of my wicked past,

You wear your title with grace,

I am supposed to wear mine with shame,

Either way we are the same,

Both of us are whores.

You walk around boasting about it to your friends,

You are their sex consultant,

You tell them which girl is worth the chase,

And who is easy lay,

I have no friends,my title drives 'em away,

No girl wants to be friends with a whore,

It ruins their image,

Either way we are the same,

In pride or in shame,

Both of us are whores.

Every man is a player,

But no man wants a whore,

No player deserves a saint,

Neither does a whore,

If any man wants a good lover,

You'll find one in a whore,

No saint knows her business,

Not like a whore!!!