Whore Paroles

and offers the pinkness
- of all that is potent
- of all that is pure
- of all that is sugar
- as sweet as liqueur
she
purges herself of what has kept her bound
she plunges
the wealth of her values and drowns
- in her shallow assumptions
- and tallies the score
- for the face -- face of an angel
- is the face of a whore.
i give you good face
didn't i give you good face?
said i give you good face.
when the
dribble of your words ain't got no effect
when you're down
to the wire that runs neck and neck - when the elastic-snap
- of approval don't stretch
- any further than any further than any further than
- it can get
didn't i piss in the face of derision and frown?
didn't i swallow my scruples and wet kiss the ground?
- i found my Faith under these nails
- and nailed that face to the door
it's the face--face of and angel, baby
and the face of a whore.
i give you good face
didn't i give you good face?
said i give you good face.
can't be bothered with details--
can't be bothered no more
swear to hell ain't no heaven
'til we settle this score...
said i give you good face...
face of an angel...
whore.
there's not a dead-beat daddy-o daddy-o
that could fix this bet
cuz i don't never wanna remember
what i ain't never gonna forget:
the face of a whore...
face of an angel...
i give you good face.