Prostitute, I need you!
Prostitute, I need you!
Prostitute, I need you, baby!
Yeah, yeah, yeah...
Often sampled, ripe untrampled angel cake to the bone,
Tight precision, tough decisions - better made when alone.
Coarse vibrato, dense mulattos and onion munching slags,
College interns - where should I turn?
And have I brought enough rags?
Mr. Purple needs to take a stand.
And this time he won't accept me lending a hand.
He needs a certain type of prostitute,
Unspeckled, suds-soaked prostitute.
A seasoned strumpet, street-walking, hustler hen.
CEO congressman, course galoot,
Just giver a toot and you'll have a hoot.
She's a prostitute I am apt to call again.
Get her shoes off, dodge the cumcough,
Toss that tail in the tub.
Despite the traffic and salted taffy,
She fits like a velvet glove.
All arisen from her decision.
To take a dildo as a mentor.
Sexiest thing on two legs,
Even sexier on four.
Well worthy of a hard earned tuppence toss,
A call girl I'll soon likely call the boss.
I'll call a certain type of prostitute,
Tattooed, toothsome, street-astute.
Perhaps an unwholesome means to a wholesome end?
Don't pester the girl if you're destitute.
She's a highly professional prostitute.
A prostitute I am apt to call again.
Hanky panky, stinky pinkity poke,
An earnest offer for a stiff-weinied bloke.
I want a certain type of prostitute,
Well-rinsed, and bleached tho you can see her roots.
Undiseased, no charge for extra cheese.
A playful kitten when horizontal,
How lucky for schmucky she is courtesanal.
She’s a prostitute I am apt to call again.
And again,
And again,
And again,
And again.
C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2025