Architectural Blackmail

There was a new client who wanted a house,
we'd give them what they asked, quiet as a mouse,
however, it was our position to advise them,
once we were done, we wouldn't go back again.

The family had an attractive single daughter,
who turned on the charm like running water;
she asked me: 'Can I have pink bedroom walls?'
I said: 'Of course,' with a view of Niagara Falls.

One day she said: 'Will you make love to me?'
I said that I could not do that, professionally, she said:
'Unless you do, I'll tell parents you touched me,'
I said: 'Please don't do that, let's work decently.'

The things that we have to endure, the price of fame,
wished I was ugly because my good looks were to blame.