She waits 'til oh-so-late for your call
Then she comes a-running
Face down in your lap so many nights
But this could be the last or only
More than a thought, less than a person
I know I'm lucky to be
Held like this whenever you want me
Sweetie, I'm your property
One of your who*es
One of your who*es
One of your who*es
One of your who*es
Eight years and you two still do this
But pleasure shoots outside time
Your f** hovers still, above your biographies
You're turning thirty (cling to the bed, cling to the bed)
More than a thought, less than a person
I know I'm lucky to be
Held like this whenever you want me
Sweetie, I'm your property
One of your who*es (I won't ask for more)
One of your who*es (I won't ask for more)
One of your who*es (I don't think very much of myself)
One of your who*es