She was 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,
She saw eternity is too
Many years too few; she should cut these ties,
Become lost in desperate lovers’ sighs.
But this love was for hire, she never knew.

You had her heart then, and now have her soul,
And her lips, and her whispered words of love,
She believed it was real, the things above.
But she was out for rent, yet she gave her whole.

It was just pretending, just games, no more,
And you turned her into this nasty, fucked-up whore.