CONFESSIONS OF A CALL-GIRL...

P*ss taking,time wasting punters from He'll,what they're out to buy you've got sh*the loads to sell,

It's more than straight forward you simply can't fail,it ain't romance you're after its just sex-for-sale,

A two-way transaction 'bout getting to grips,with a thirst that needs quenching,blood-lust on your lips,

But nothings straight-forward as it does appear,as they promise the world but they're all insincere,

Just how it'll pan out you never can tell,with these p*ss taking,time wasting punters from He'll,

So where lies the answer just what can you do?There's loads of 'em out there all looking for you,

The pervs and the stalkers and thank God above,if you've never had punters that think they're in love,

That's when it gets scary n you need to invest,in protection from punters who get all obsessed,

They call in the morning,they call you at night,they follow you home now park up outta sight,

They're wanting the merchandise you've got to sell,to these p*ss taking,time wasting punters from He'll,

So now you're aware of the way things can get,and it starts go feel somewhat like Russian Roulette,

Cause you're in at the deep end now you've made your bed,So get up and make it,quit while you're ahead,

Just stand by your convictions that's where you belong,you can't let 'em beat ya cause you're way too strong,

Maybe next time you'll heed all the tales I do tell,of these p*ss taking,time wasting punters from Hell.