Working Girl

She’s a lyrical dame with a sexy refrain Creeping cat-like out of the dark, Crossing the high bridge, the wind at her back, On the hunt like a hammerhead shark. She caters fetishes, routine and ritual, Plus a few that are rather unique. She’ll treat your fever with high-grade medicinals On the banks of the fabled French Creek. She performs all the obvious favors That involve the way a vixen behaves. And when you crave a particular flavor She consents like a rented-out slave. She’s a practical dame with a sorry refrain Slinking sideways into your bed. Making hard things simple as summer rain While clearing the space in your head. And should you consider the hand she’d been dealt When her pimp turned her out on the strip, Consenting transactions are all well and good, But you might also leave her a tip.