Prostitute - Guns N' Roses

If my intentions are misunderstood,

Please be kind

I’ve done all I should.

I won’t ask of you

What I would not do.

Oh, I saw the damage in you

My fortunate one

The envy of youth.

Why would they

Tell me to please those

That laugh in my face

When all of the reasons

They’ve taught us Fall over themselves

To give way

It’s not a question of Whether my heart is true

Streamlined

I had to pull thought

Look for a new

Beginning on you

Oh I got a message for you

Up and away

It’s what I gotta do Forgive what you have

For what you might lose.

What would you say

If I told you that I’m to blame

And what would you do If I had to deny your name

Where would you go if I told you

I love you and then walked away

N’who should I turn to If not for the ones

You would not save

I told you when I found you

If there were doubts you

Should be careful and unafraid

Now they surround you

And all that amounts to Is love that you fed by Perversion and fame

So if my affections

Are misunderstood

And you decide

I’m up To no good

Don’t ask me to Enjoy them

Just for you

Ask yourself

What I would choose

To prostitute myself

To live with fortune and shame

Oh yeah

When you should

Have turned to the hearts

Of the ones

That you could not save

I told you

When I found you

All that amounts to Is love that you fed by Perversion and fame