Tekster: Pink. Hooker (Hidden Track).

Hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

back up, they want you i swear
you got no worries, you got no cares
all you got is motherf***ers who will jock you
yea, you got money in your pocket

and you shoot off the ground like a rocket
you move so fast, lord you can't stop it
there you are, in the club swinging
and i'm just standing there, standing there laughing

all the things people have you believing
i feel sorry for your a** is out of season
maybe you should think of cutting down drinking
cos you look like a fat brat sinking

i coulda helped you but you had to act out
you dont have a f***ing clue what i'm about

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

i saw it coming through the line like a fullback
you're a crack slack, a f***ing rat pack
you don't react, your not backed
don't give a f***, yes like that

what you gonna do now that you ain't got nothing
look around, honey, you've been fronting
everybody knows that you're a fraud
and i'm making a record

all salutations, no hesitations
no reservations, just cancelations
and if i blow it, then i blow it
cos i'm a poet and i know it

and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul
and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul

you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me
you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah
you wanna try me