You know where I'll be..

You've booked an evening with me and your coming out to play,
Make sure that you've got plenty there's a price that you must pay,
Remains to be seen at this point what things you want to do,
But if you're after more than sex suggest you join the queue,
Form an orderly line leading up to my door,
I'll be ready with h@nd jobs n bl0w jobs n more,
Though I charge by the hour don't call me a brass,
Then confess all your sin's Sunday morning in mass,
The impurest of thoughts that you keep in your mind,
Well it beats masterbation that makes you go blind,
Just hand me the money and fun will prevail,
Satisfaction's a cert sordid sex up for sale,
Just a means to an end seeking out quick relief,
There's no long term commitment it's blunt n it's brief,
Park up in ya car n jump in the back,
Then a lift to the dealers to buy the girl Crack,
For medicinal purposes there ain't no doubt,
All the demons inside helps in blocking them out,
All the head twisting memories you just can't get rid,
That they'll stay round forever f*ck sake God forbid,
Meanwhile all the headaches I'll still try to Sherk,
How the f*ck else will I face the whole night at work,
All the demons within I'll continue to chase,
Don't try getting to know me a mask hides Amy face,
Just pay me then lay me then come back for more,
Then on ya way out leave a tip by the door,
Then next time you need me then just you feel free,
To call round to see me you know where I'll be.