Harlot
Van McCann
I better get my head up
Before she gets her legs up enough
Do you recall my face?
This is not the time
This is not the place
To be cheated on you
But I'll do it anyway
And I know I'll wake up
To bottom of the bed, coughed guts
And she won't look the same to me
The lights go down
And then her hands go south
She's too messed up
So don't you dare tire out
Better get my head set
Before she gets her clothes wet
Enough to sail the streets tonight
This is not the time
This is not the place
To be getting a grip of you
But I'll try it anyway
And I know I'll wake up
To bottom of the bed, cold looks
And she won't look the same to me
The lights go down
And then her hands go south
She's too messed up
So don't you dare tire out
(It's all we ever do)