Take your word like it was gospel
I'm so eager to please
Yeh I like it when
You talk to me-he

It feels so good
Inside you shadow;
It's the place I need to be
Yeh you know
I need to climb
You like a tree

There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
Sometimes I feel like a whore
Sometimes I feel like a whore

Hate the way I am around you
I'm so nervous and weird
Sometimes I feel
Like I'm breathing underwater

You treat me like I'm on fire
Like I'm something to eat
You make me hate what I see
When I see me

Yes I dream of the day
When I can learn
How to make you pay
Someday I'll teach you to pay
Some day, some day
Yes I live for the day
When I can hear you say
You make me feel
Like a whore

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Yes I dream of the time
When I can make you mine
Maybe then I'll feel half alive
For a while,
so alive
There is this place inside
Where all the good things die
You make me feel like a whore
Yeh!
You make me feel like a whore
(You make me feel like a whore)
You make me feel like a whore
( Yeh you make me feel like a whore)
Yeh!
Yeeeeh!
Yeh!
Yeeeeeeh!