It’s not easy on my bed sheets it’s not easy on my nerves it’s
not easy on my conscience
tt’s not easy on my soul. This is not what you wanted; What you
wanted from me
I know that much now my apologies. You would call me a harlot,
you would call me a whore; you see i’m man now i'm worth so much
Well, I’ve got the heart of a hustler, with a hustler’s pain.
I’ve got the heart of a hustler with all the hustler’s shame.
I’ve got the body of a lover with a masochist's brain
-my soul is forever fleeting.