Well friend you've got a pretty woman
And you think she's really something
But she using you to play her game
Even if you treat her tender
What you looked like or even your name
So don't even try to trust her
Cause she leaves you broken fluster
With nobody but yourself to blame
She'll lie to you and leave you
with nothing but depression
a heartache and sorrow and shame
Cause you can't turn a whore into a lady
Unless she wants to do it herself
She's got to be willing to do it on her own
Without nobody's help
You could try and try
But you just can't make somebody be someone else
No you can't turn a whore into a lady
Unless she wants to do it herself
Well I know you think you got it made