Been trying to meet you
Hey, must be a devil between us
Or whores in my head
Whores at the door
Whore in my bed
But hey
Where have you been?
If you go, I will surely die
'Uh,' said the man to the lady
'Uh,' said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir
'Uh, uh,' all night
And Mary, ain't you tired of this?
'Uh' is the sound
That the mother makes when the baby breaks