A thong is still a thong
Even though there's no ho wearin' it
But a thong is not a house
And a house is not a home
Though a ho lives there
to turn some tricks
And sell her wares
for some cocaine kicks

A room is still a room
Even though a john waits there, for whom
But a room is not a house
And a house is not a home
When a ho lives there
and plays the part
For Tom, or Joe,
or Duane, or Art

Now and then, a knock is heard
It's run with strict security..
You must know the secret word
To be serviced sexually..

There's a charge of twenty bucks
For basic fun and playful tucks
It's a shambles, falling down
On the shady side of town
There are piles of trash
And nasty floors
But, for a sum of cash
Call this Heaven, yours

It's a shack where needy roam
Just a house, and not a home
All in shambles, falling down
On the tacky side of town
There are piles of trash
And dirty floors,
But, for a sum of cash
Call this Heaven, yours