Woman of Negotiable Affection

I'm sure Kanye West didn't coin the term, but it was the title of one of his well known songs that originally got the ball rolling on this one. I went a different way with it ended up probably a closer resemblance to AC/DC (had to resist the urge to re-use the money-honey rhyme). Which is much more to my personal taste.

Gilt Mole

You've been waiting all week,

for this day to get paid.

You've been waiting all week,

for this day, you need to get laid.

You know who you want.

She's pure sex on legs,

but such a bitch, even with the cash,

she'll probably still make you beg.

You head off to the bar,

ready to stake your claim.

Make your way inside,

to find your short term dame

She stands surveying the room.

With a practiced eye.

She thinks she's struck it rich,

passes you right by.

But it's just gold for fools,

all sparkly and fake.

No sugar daddy here,

she leaves him in her wake.

Now she's panning the dance floor.

Finds a smattering of dust.

Not enough for her desires,

she stomps off in disgust.

Now she's standing at the bar,

pick slung over her shoulder.

You have another drink,

feel yourself growing bolder.

The whiskey kicking in,

you seize upon the lull.

Toting all your glittering gold,

hoping not to be seen as dull.

You wander up slowly,

she gives you a sneer.

You know she's thinking,

"Why the fuck is he here?"

You produce your wad,

now she's struck it rich,

and for an hour at least,

she's your sexy bitch.