I sought porn under an old sign
But out of the cold
T'was a lonely shop, God knows
Lust shut the door to grow mold

While I looked at the floozies
An' turned pages of shame
She was moving, moving in
Yeah, I ain't taking the blame

She'd been locking the door
God knows I ran for the can
A dominatrix's decor
Just takes the breath out a man

I had to pay to get away

I did some chores for a whore from the yore
Some chores in a second hand store
I was used for plumbin'
I don't think that's becomin'
Sure, I was ghastly abhorred
During my chores for that whore from the yore

Was used for outlet relieving
She kept me working too long
No state of the art, but she knew a la carte
And dammit, she was too strong

She'd been blocking the phone
At first I screamed all I can
An old warty floozie unknown
Just takes the spunk out a man

I had to pay to get away

I did some chores for a whore from the yore
Some chores that I didn't care for
I was used for swabbin'
And all types of hand jobbin'
Sure didn't help to implore
During my chores for that whore in her store

I'll do such chores for a whore from the yore
No more!
No more!

(Picking Strings)

I had to pay to get away

I did some chores for a whore from the yore
And had to use stuff from her drawer
When pleased she was hummin'
She looked like she was comin'
Back from the Second World War
I'm not going there anymore

No more!

No more!

Not going there anymore
Having once got out the door
Not going there anymore
Have the bat call for the corps
Not going there anymore

I'm fooled only once heretofore