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