I came upon a midnight whore
She stood there alone in the street
An angel once, now a sight of mirth
Like window dressing on meat
Piece of my ass, good time for men
For seventy-five do your part
The law says this sort of deed's a crime
But it's been "round from the start

Still she and horny guys that come
That old supply and demand
Are part of the street economy
And better than your hand
For love is sad and dearly bought
It is very hard on the mind
But this old hooker standing there
Says love per hour's a find

Oh ho!, your ways are not legit
And it's not a job for the old
Here's hoping someone has had some beer
And you'll get out of the cold
So do not scorn the world's oldest trade
She's doing her job with a smile
And though some think it may be wrong
I'll be back in a while