Myslím, jestli si někdy vymýšlíte na písničky vlastní texty?

Já se dnes trápím s nějakou virózou, tak dávám k posouzení poslední kousek (něco jako nářek pracující ženy )
Je to na melodii BB Kinga(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buP4ZjXjOgA)

„The Day is a Whore“
(The Thrill is Gone by Margot)
The day is a whore
The day is a whore again
The day is a whore baby
The day is a whore again
She woke me up to early baby
And I feel so angry
The day is a whore
It´s a whore laughing at me
The day is a whore baby
She woke me up too early
Although a night was so sweet
The morning is here
The day is a whore
She seems so close to me
The day is a whore baby
She seems so close to me
I feel temptation to pay her to leave
But I hate feel sorry
I´m desperate, desperate baby
Desperate for your calm arms
Oh I´m tired, tired now
Making money for life
The day is a whore again
And I´m leaving home wearing her scent

Co vy na to?