As You Strut Through The Whorehouse
On This Dark Winter's Night
You Maintain No Boundaries
Confidence On Your Side
Bulging In Your Pants
Pockets Full Of Cash
You Wander Through The Passageway
Feeling Uninhibited

No Intentions Of Love
Seeking Only Lust
Not Contemplating Pain
On The Others' Behalf
You Look Down Upon The Many Women
Making Their Living In Harsh Way

But What If It Were Altered...
The Location And circumstances
Of This Encounter?
And Excluding The Intoxicant
You Knock Back Before
Taking Them To Bed?