Hands
On skin, they run, hands warm, voice soft
Relax, enjoy, time it is yours
But beer is dear, and time is money
When you enjoy the company of whores.
Why pay some day, when man can play
And enjoy the passions of a woman new
When time is your own, and beer is cheap
What makes some men such things to do
As seek the services of bordellos
False smiles, false love, false caress
Naked ladies are still strangers after
And for each other both couldn’t care less…