If you want something decent, my dearest friend,
Then get away, this song may seem to offend.
It's for the best whore I've ever had in my life.
For you, my crazy and only love.
Seek not your pleasure in the depths of sin,
For your soul will wither, your heart grow thin.
But we didn't read this book, it just took up space on the shelf.
We lived as best we could and did as we wanted ourselves.
I know I'm a sinner,
And I don't really care.
When I sing, my pain gets dimmer,
In this dark affair.
You ain't me, so who the hell are you to judge?
I'm the victim, and hold a grudge.
Before leaving and closing the door
She always turned around and asked
Do you want more?
Hell yeah, you dirty whore!
I want more.
Are you keeping score?
Whom do you give everything to and then ignore?
I want more.
You dirty whore!
She was a lousy person, a terrible wife,
But she had that rare quality of giving a high in life.
She didn't stay long, always changing boyfriends,
A fleeting romance that quickly ends.
With women like that, you lose your head,
And when she leaves, you feel you're dead.
Before leaving and closing the door
She always turned around and asked
Do you want more?
Hell yeah, you dirty whore!
I want more.
Are you keeping score?
Whom do you give everything to and then ignore?
I want more.
You dirty whore!
What you did to me,
Deprived me of all empathy.
You won't see a tear in my eye,
Tit for tat, a lie for a lie.