She waits 'til oh-so-late for your callThen she comes a-runningFace down in your lap so many nightsBut this could be the last or onlyMore than a thought, less than a personI know I'm lucky to beHeld like this whenever you want meSweetie, I'm your propertyOne of your whoresOne of your whoresOne of your whoresOne of your whoresEight years and you two still do thisBut pleasure shoots outside timeYour fuck hovers still, above your biographiesYou're turning thirty (cling to the bed, cling to the bed)More than a thought, less than a personI know I'm lucky to beHeld like this whenever you want meSweetie, I'm your propertyOne 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
