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making money

I saw her on the corner of the main street
she stood right under the streetlight
wearing high heel boots and a flimsy skirt
because she wanted her bare legs to be seen

she waited for drivers to slow their speed,
size her up, maybe make up their mind,
gape at her tight, low cut faux leather shirt
getting ready to pay for this street corner queen

I asked
what are you doing deep in the night
posing half-nude here in the light
she said
what do you think? You've got one guess.
If you're willing to pay - then be my guest.

I'm making money
making money
the only way I know
making money
making money
the only way I know

a man seemed to take cover in a back lane
and preferring to stay out of sight
hooded jacket, dark colors, and sneakers
he looked a rather dubious shade in the dark

I approached him trying to show no disdain
and also overcoming my fright
he seemed to be waiting for me to speak up
while in his hand he kept dangling a crowbar

I asked
what are you doing deep in the night
hiding yourself outside the light
he said
what do you think? You've got one guess.
If you're willing to die - then be my guest.

I'm making money
making money
the only way I know
making money
making money
the only way I know

I asked a banker, taxi driver
asked a lawyer, and a teacher
a professional deep-sea diver
asked my cleaner, asked a preacher
asked a crook, a politician
asked a mason, a physician

they're making money
making money
the only way they know
they're making money
making money
the only way they know


I've left the irregular meter as is (at least for the time being) because I think I can actually do it in a (rock) song, i.e. find a matching tune and sing it. As you may note I added a bridge in which I mention my favorite profession and target of scorn, the banker, albeit without any hint of irony or sarcasm ;-)