Dial H for Whore

Your pride is black and blue tonight
But your womb is full of more than his delight
Ravish his every desire
And suck every inch of his latex attire
So take a deep breathe and swallow now
And all that you taste is bitterness you chaste
And all these red lights and lusty suicides
You’ll pay more than he owes
And all these black eyes with cash goodbyes
You’ll pay more than he owes
Now this awkward silence
Between pleasure and paying
Cuts air like knives
Infests your wound like spite
He says «Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down
Bitch just go down, down. Just go down, down.»
And all these red lights and lusty suicides
You’ll pay more than he owes
And all these black eyes with cash goodbyes
You’ll pay more than he owes
You’ll pay more than he owes
Don’t you have any shame?
Don’t you feel any pain?
Don’t you have any shame?
Don’t you feel any pain?
You’ll pay more than!
You’ll pay more than!
You’ll pay more than!
You’ll pay more than!