The Escort

it's true, I just don't have what it takes to belong to your so-called circles of sociable elite, who give a lot of fuss about what's right or wrong in my pedigree, in how I laugh, how I eat; seems in your grand parties, I don't exist at all, they talk about big money, properties, who's who; I' d rather have chilled beer, dartboard on the wall, but they say you ought to have a man, thus, I' m with you; well, not my job, but let me say it just the same: it's what you may seem to them that's worrying you, part of your job, but a tricky make-believe game that you must play and win, I understand, I do.