Cocktail Hour

Bustling Sounds
High skirts
and long nights

you have the single mom making ends meet
the coked out whore with no where to go
the desperate woman clinging to youth
the beautiful girl with low self esteem and easy legs
and the working college girl with bigger dreams

all here for one thing, money and all else that entails
only here, one season out of the year
where you find one's inhibitions released
for a price and even less to forget

With such precision and tact
it's a wonder what profession these ladies really hold

With a flirtatious smile
a touch of the wrist
and scandalous gropes

Ladies and Gentlemen
I think we found ourselves
a brothel