im done being your whore
and ive come to collect

i throw the money on the floor
i spit the words on your face

your eyes tell me
that i wont be paid tonight

even though you promise
with your heart- you lie

i would walk away empty handed
nothing but an insatiable craving

except she goes home
with a pocketful of your love

i will be back tomorrow
and every day after that- to collect