Nilüfer Yanya

Hey

Hey
Hey
Been trying to meet you
Mhm, hey
There must be a devil between us
A whore in my head
Whore at the door
Whore in my bed
Hey, where have you been?
If you go, I will surely die
Chained, ain't you? Ain't you? Ain't you?
Ain't you? Ain't you? Ain't you? Ain't
"Uh" said the man to the lady, mhm
"Uh" said the lady to the man she adored
And the whores like a choir, going all night
And Mary, ain't you tired of this?
"Uh" is the sound
That the mother makes…