Call Me Madam
The second floor, opens only at night,
with class and distinction I set the scene.
Gentleman callers, are always polite,
for most of my girls are only eighteen.
I empty my lungs to squeeze in my dress,
revealing the larger part of my breasts.
With cleavage so low that it will impress,
while catering to, my gentleman guests.
Everything’s ready, doors open at eight
and gentleman callers soon file in.
The girls all curtsy as men congregate.
Discreet, they ponder their favorite sin.
Just call me Madam, my name is Maxine,
for men of distinction, the evening queen.
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