If you could love me as a wife
and for my wedding gift, your life
should that be all i'll ever need
or is there more i'm looking for

And should i read between the lines
and look for blessings in disguise
to make me handsome, rich, and wise
is that really what you want

Chorus:
I am a whore i do confess
but i put you on just like a wedding dress
and i run down the aisle
i'm a prodigal with no way home
but i put you on just like a ring of gold
and i run down the aisle to you

So could you love this bastard child
though i don't trust you to provide
with one hand in a pot of gold
and with the other in your side
i am so easily satisfied
by the call of lovers less wild
that i would take a little cash
over your very flesh and blood

Because money cannot buy
a husband's jealous eye
when you have knowingly deceived his wife