It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

It’s not your fault, you’re not to blame
It’s what she wants, it’s the way she’s wired
She has to spread her legs, she has to play the game
Different strokes with different blokes keep her fired;
You keep seeing the images in your brain
It breaks your heart, it tortures your head
An ocean of soap can’t remove the stain
You’ve got a poxy whore in your bed.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She makes eyes at the guys all over town
She takes off her clothes, she offers herself
She moves, she grooves, she goes down …
You’re at home sitting on the shelf;
She’s out of sight but that’s not the issue
Her actions are in your mind taunting you …
After he’s done she wipes it with a tissue
Then walks it back home good as new.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

She’s so dirty, but talks so beautiful
She talks of virtue, and then cheats on you
She talks of faith, and is then unfaithful
She talks of trust, and then betrays you;
You made your bed with a smiling snake
You placed a stone on top of your heart
You put up with it for the children’s sake …
They’ve grown up – it’s time to make a fresh start.

It’s a pity she’s a whore
She’s the curse landed at your door
It’s a pity she’s a whore
You’re not enough, she wants more
It’s a pity she’s a whore
The shame will haunt you evermore.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.