Heart of a Whore

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Vorgetragen mit dem nötigen Pathos.

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Heart of a whore

With a bottle of Whiskey
on the first night
it all began

We were drinking and rocking
and singing
the whole night long

For more than a year
we had lots of fun
in the band

Til I told you what I felt
And it all came
to an end

You were rough and mean
with all
what came up to you

You hurt me with
everything
and you broke my heart

What I touched
there
with my love

was the heart of a whore
and that was only
made of stone

I really don't care
that you're
a whore

Now that I know ,
I can even
forget you

Now I'm back and I
like the whiskey
again

and whatever I felt
I write down
in my songs.

Alone again