Night Club Exotica

Of course I want another dance, another song
You're just now learning, just making it up as we go along
Claim part of my pelvis with your mouth and I melt
At least you can tell I'm enjoying myself
They call her the Fairie, but she tells me her real name is Mary
Seemingly virginal, seemingly cherry
But the reality is quite to the contrary
Though I could likely be rooked in to marry
I'd just as soon drop her baggage
Less dead-weight to carry
I can still smell a hint of your perfume
on my shirt from the night before
If I was ½ as beautiful as you are, then I would surely be a whore
Now can I make some more money for your boyfriend
I got some more cash from the mattress as this is what I save it for
To spend some time with you and your seduction, your cottony caress
If only I really was a rich man, we wouldn't have to pretend
You could really be my lady-friend
In my idle time I stall to count my pretty precious pennies
and am preyed upon by the hungriest among them
I wouldn't want to know what you really think of me if I couldn't pay
What would you say to me then?
I can imagine it now as it has already happened on any occasion,  at any event
I haven't heard that one
How crafty you can be
If I wasn't sure otherwise I'd say
You're a poet just like me
But at the end of the day (or night as it should be said)
we're no different, we're both
we're all perverts and animals when it comes down to it
Kind of like Columbia
She wants, "More… More… MORE!"
You're just like the devil and God all wrapped up in one
The ones I adore
This is not a departure from how
I usually do business
I'm a kindly young gentleman
A ruined and truthful
Soon to be slain for bearing witness