Just look at me, I've got nothing to sell    But I always sold it easy to you   You can keep all your virtues, your stony faced judgements    They're bigger pills to swallow than the truth   I've got everything to gain, I've got nothing to lose   I'll sell myself to you anytime, where I chose   Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more   Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore, your whore      Sore eyes and chains, that killing time   There's a killing just begging to be made   You can have your pound of flesh, it's yours for a price and   Only God's getting bone left to trade   And I know how it feels to be alone in a crowd   Driven by the voices that scream out loud   And if love is a beauty spot then I'm an open sore   Get your money down and I'll be, I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore      Before you accuse, I already stand convicted   All these scars of mine, are all self inflicted   If love is an ocean then I'm washed upon the shore   Search us once again, search us once more   Just one more time, I'll be your whore      Got everything to gain and I've got nothing to lose   I'll sell myself to you any damn way I chose   Hands are getting dirty as the cries call out for more   Cross my palm with silver and I'll be, I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   I'll be your whore   Cold metal   Cold metal   Cold metal   Cold metal   Cold metal   Cold metal