I am a whore I do confess

At times we all have whored ourselves to something or someone, in some form or another. I have been thinking about the ways I have, and what I can do so I dont again. In what ways have you whored yourself out?

Here the the song, that has made me really thinking hard about this

Wedding Dress by Derek Webb

If you could love me as a wife
And for my wedding gift, your life
Should that be all I’ll ever need
Or is there more I’m looking for

And should I read between the lines
And look for blessings in disguise
To make me handsome, rich, and wise
Is that really what you want?

(Chorus)
I am a whore I do confess
But I put you on just like a wedding dress
And I run down the aisle, run down the aisle
I’m a prodigal with no way home
But I put you on just like a ring of gold
And I run down the aisle, run down the aisle to you

So could you love this bastard child?
Though I don’t trust you to provide
With one hand in a pot of gold
And with the other in your side
Cause I am so easily satisfied
By the call of lovers so less wild
That i would take a little cash
Over your very flesh and blood

(Chorus)

Because money cannot buy
A husband’s jealous eye
When you have knowingly deceived his wife