Letra de He's a Whore (Live at the Whisky, West Hollywood, CA - 06/03/1977 - Late Show)
He's a whoreHave you seen her face She's got a face that would stop a clock And with that face I surely won't stop To look her in the eyesBut her money's green Like tea and so is her teeth But she's still so close to my reach If I call, if I call at allAny time at all (hey) Any time at all Any time at all Any time at allSo the story goes I think I'll take her for a ride With this moneybag by my side A gigolo is the only way to goSo I show my face And I can't even fake a smile 'Cause I'm laughing inside, all the while This little girl, she's a joke, she's a joke, she's a jokeAny time at all Any time at all Any time at all Any time at all (yeah, oh!)He's a whore (I'd do anything for money) He's a whore (look at the things that I write) He's a whore (ooh, the stories I can tell) He's a whore (in the morning as well as night)Hey, heyI'm a whore (he'll do anything for money) I'm a whore (look at the clothes that he wears) I'm a whore (he'll do anything for money) I'm a whore, and so the story goesI think I'll take her for a ride With this moneybag by my side A gigolo is the only way to go, oh Whoa, whoa Oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh Whoa, oh