You can pay her for her services
You can do the little whore
You can drop her when you're finished
You can throw her out the door

You can use her if you want to
You can take her when you please
You can hurt her like no one else
You can fuck her when no one sees

But can you see what tears her up inside?
Can you justify whatever she does?
Can you take a hold of her shattered heart?
Can you stop her when she must?

I don't think you can, my love
I don't think you see how numb she's become
I don't think you even realize
That she doesn't want you there to come

Can you see the truth in the lies she tells you?
Can you stop the bleeding when she hurts?
Can you take her in when she's out there?
Alone, on her own, lost in the dirt?

I don't think you will, my love
I don't think she'll be able to survive
I don't think you even care about the fact
That she has already given up her life

So you can call her, and she will answer
You can poison her, and she will die
You can fuck her, and she will be here
But will you see her bloodshot eyes?

You can cut her, and she will bleed
You can throw her, and she will fall
You can break her, and she will shatter
And you'll deny her silent calls

You can take her, and she will let you
You can hurt her, more and more
You can always depend on her
For she'll always be a little whore