Nights of Whores

I am ready to walk all night with you,
To dance ‘til dawn under the moonlit skies,
Twirling under one hundred lovers’ eyes,
Until, amongst the gracious morning’s dew,
You see eternity is too
Many years too few; we should cut these ties,
Become lost in desperate lovers’ sighs.
But this love was for hire, we always knew.

Have my heart, and believe you have my soul,
And my lips, and my whispered words of love,
Believe it was real, all the things above.
I was out for rent, you never had my whole.

It was just pretending, just games, no more,
And you paid cash for this nasty, plastic whore.