Blacklight Sleaze

Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
 In the middle of this time square booth
 filled with smoke and damp carpet
 soggy with spilled cheap champagne
 and the rows of flashing lights
 and plastic bowls half full of salted peanuts
 and their discarded shells
 miserable tired waitresses
 lousy over-priced drinks
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 I feel sorry for the men sometimes
 mostly I just feel contempt
 the men with their fertive movements
 and blank faces
 I feel sorry for Stacy
 her face looks like it's been stepped on
 her body is like angel food
 almost too beautiful to look at
 her boyfriend probably doesn't when he hits her
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 I feel sorry for Lynn
 with her expensive lingerie
 cheap dime store wigs
 trying to hide her identity
 she's a Yale graduate
 with a huge student loan debt
 she hooks a little on the side
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 I feel sorry for Babette
 with her handed down clip-on hair
 and large luminous eyes
 her adorable accent and broken english can't hide
 her drug habit and predatory nature
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 Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
 dancing naked except for a few sequins
 lying to men for drink commissions
 I take their room keys and
 make promises that I know I won't fullfill
 We're all victims in one way or another
 we're all here for different reasons
 Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
 but I like to sleep all day
 and stay out all night
 the idea of a straight job
 is like the idea of a straight jacket
 I like buying clothes
 I like eating in expensive restaurants
 and taking taxis
 I'm pretty and intellegent
 sarcastic and selfish
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 and I'm not going to be doing this forever