Why Play the Harlot
Woman, why must you play the harlot?
You wash yourself, shampoo your hair,
put on make-up, with extreme care.
Then you dress up, with scanty clothes,
run out the door, and hit the road.
Why must you play the harlot?
In the strip club, you gab well,
Sweetly proclaim, lap dance for sell.
Your mind's fixed, on the money,
If fools don't pay, they get no honey.
Why must you play the harlot?
You then haste, your way on home,
Call up a lecher, on the phone.
You say, baby, I need some action;
I'm talking physical, sexual seduction.
Why must you play the harlot?
The lecher arrives, at your door,
You let 'em in, ya' hit the floor.
The air cools, but blood heated,
Flesh on flesh, two souls inebriated.
Why must you play the harlot?
Copyright © Arcene Janvier | Year Posted 2011
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