A Tale

Here is a tale of the tail She put herself up for sale She took his money And gave him her honey A street walker in the neon night Doing what is immorally right Bending over into his car She wants to make him tonight’s star They got to the ho-tel And on the pad he fell His arms and legs bound She went around and around Took his bread Closed her spread Split in a flash Gave her daddy the cash On to the next one Before the rising sun Did what she does best Making everyone her guest Found dead On the bed Throat slashed Bread cashed