If I could find love in a brothel
The first place that I would explore
Is behind every breast
Till a heart beating passes love's test
Not to knock up some whores

If I could buy love like a hooker
If tricks could turn destiny's door
I'd spend everything for the pleasure and then,
Again, not to knock up some whores

"Cause there always seems to be too much vice
That hurts the ones you ought to love
You can't buy them
I've been around enough to know
That love's the way you'll want to go
Just try it...

If love was the house of madame
Where Johns could pick up their escorts
The walls would be noisy
And not with the stories
Of how the old tenants weren't whores *

"Cause there always seems to be too much vice
That hurts the ones you ought to love
You can't buy them
I've been around enough to know
That love's the way you'll want to go
Just try it...


* Isn't it funny how people who frequent brothels aren't really concerned if the former occupants were prostitutes, pimps, or not. Maybe it's because they're too busy taking care of business to worry about such things, if you smell my drift. Maybe if the upstanding people kept busy just showering others with love, they wouldn't be so preoccupied with who's a slut and who isn't. Am I Right?