She stood by the door
About a foot under the awning
She bade me to come in
Lack of willpower leading me to another sin
She told me she was down for anything
Ready to act crazy
But before we began, she had to say,
Y’know babe, for this, you gotta pay to play
An act so precious
Given up as a commodity.
A question I ask, as not to be funny
But in all reality, what is love to money?
They reply to ‘love giving’ as just another grind.
A tool to get by
But what was once worthwhile
Is given up as easily as a car eats miles.
A fair trade, is a laughable statement at best.
You fulfill another’s carnal desire,
To consume your needs of today,
You tell the poor soul, ‘You have to pay, to play.’
As much as my body quivered for another
I knew then it was time to go.
Knowing the aftermath, of playing this game
I felt it better to be alone, then to pay this dame.
Business is business,
Yeah, I understand that fact.
But to have me pay for a contradiction,
Something worth everything and nothin’?
‘I beg for forgiveness darling, but,
This ain’t my type of party.
You’re beautiful, and with you I’d love to lay
But you’re an expendable service, I’ll never pay to play.’