I Could Be a Whore

I could be a whore if I had the chance if I couldn’t write, or I couldn’t dance I could be a whore, if I were in your shoes if I had more to gain, and far, far less to lose I could be a whore if I had mouths to feed if they were sick and dying, had a greater need I could be a whore if I knew nothing more if my life was blood let, behind a polished door I could be a whore but I’m glad I have a choice to speak for those, who haven’t yet the voice