Songs about sex workers

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Hi everyone,

Here is the ORIGINAL version of the song from 1974 by The Eleventh Hour.

hhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SeWMdoetN6Y

Here is Montréal's own, Nanette Workman's Joual-French language version, of the song, which, actually, sort of, makes more sense, seeing as the song's story takes place in French New Orleans, but i'll digress from that.

" Lady Marmalade "
Adaptation française: Angelo Finaldi / Nanette Workman

L'amour c'est fou, ça. C'est fou, ça. C'est fou.
L'amour c'est fou, ça. C'est fou, ça. C'est fou.
Love is crazy, that. It's crazy, that. It's crazy.
Love is crazy, that. It's crazy, that. It's crazy.

Lady Marmalade est à vous pour la nuit, pour consoler vos ennuis
Ca va mon chéri ? Alors j't'emmène avec moi !
Lady Marmalade is yours for the night, to comfort your troubles.
How are you, my dear? So, i'm taking you with me !

Guichi Guichi ya ya da da, Guichi Guichi ya ya here
Poka Poka la ta ya ya, je suis Lady Marmalade
.............................. I am Lady Marmalade.
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ?
Would you like to sleep with me, tonight?
Would you like to sleep with me?

Veux-tu m'embrasser sur le cou ou partout ?
À part de ça, tu peux prendre ton temps
Oh viens dans ma rue, je suis la reine de tout
Do you want to kiss me on the neck or anywhere?
Apart from that, you can take your time.
Oh, come on my street, i am the queen of everything.

Guichi Guichi ya ya da da, Guichi Guichi ya ya here
Poka Poka la ta ya ya, je suis Lady Marmalade

Ce soir c'est mon soir, viens t'asseoir près de moi
Faut bien que ça marche ou que ça marche pas !
Oh car dans ma rue, je suis la reine de tout, yeah Yeah Yeah
Tonight is my night, come sit next to me
It's necessary we get along, or it doesn't work!
Oh, come on my street, i am the queen of everything!

Guichi Guichi ya ya da da, Guichi Guichi ya ya here
Poka Poka la ta ya ya, je suis Lady Marmalade

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ?
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi ce soir ?
Voulez vous coucher avec moi ?

Guichi Guichi ya ya da da, Guichi Guichi ya ya here
Poka Poka la ta ya ya...

Let's hope this ends the posting of the many, existing English and French language versions of this song entered into the thread...unless, of course, there exists Chinese, Russian, Italian, Thai, Spanish, Polish, Arabic, Lebanese, Persian or even Africanas etc, etc language versions, lol which would be really interesting and very cool to hear and see.


Babe,
xoxo

[Tapatio]

Also fairly certain that the Styx song you have listed is not about a sex worker.

[Tapatio]

And Randy Newman wrote "You can leave your hat on."

Anything to support the idea that this is about a sex worker?

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

"Whores"

Way down low where the streets are littered
I find my fun with the freaks and the niggers
I dont want much man give me a little
Or Im gonna take my chances if i get 'em

I love them whores they never judge you
What can you say when your a whore?
They cast that pearl and it don't upset 'em
They take their chances if they get 'em

Hear me go off!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Need a little more
Goddamn you!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Give me some more!

You give me breadcrumb uh - hu
I'm tired of living the bosses' dream
They'll squeeze you dry man if you let em
Better take your - take your - take your chances if you get em

Hear me go off!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Need a little more
Goddamn you!
Give me some more!
Mother fucker!
Give me some more

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Hi everybody,

I am not sure but i think this song MIGHT be about street sex workers.
It's all about the street and being careful.

Others might like to argue and say it's about big business. Who knows for sure? To me it sounds like every line is about sex workers.
I, personally, doubt it's about "dogs" per se, even with the barking dog sound clips in the song.

Maybe the johns are the dogs? Maybe the johns AND the prostitutes are considered dogs as they are all on the streets? Hmm.

Anyway. it's just a song.
So enjoy it.

" Dogs "

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

Long music interlude, and solos.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.


Long music interlude


I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Solo

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Babe,
xoxo

[BiBoyinBeantown]

One with a humorous and gothy twist -- "Zombie Prostitute" by Voltaire.

[bananatrans]

[gmb]

Velvet Underground - Sister Ray

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

"Dirty Women"

The neon lights are shining on me again
I walk the lonely streets in search of a friend
I need a lady to help me to get through the night, through the night
If I could find one then everything would be alright

The sleepy city is dreaming the night time away
Out on the street I watch tomorrow becoming today
I see a man, he's got take away women for sale, yes for sale
Guess that's the answer, 'cause take away women don't fail

solo

Oh dirty women, they don't mess around
Oh dirty women, they don't mess around
You've got me coming, You've got me going around
Oh dirty women, they don't mess around

Walking the streets I wonder will it ever happen
Gotta be good 'cause then everything will be OK
If I could score tonight then I will end up happy

A woman for sale is gonna help me save my day...

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

" Femme Fatale "

Here she comes, you better watch your step
She's going to break your heart in two, it's true
It's not hard to realize
Just look into her false colored eyes
She builds you up to just put you down, what a clown

'Cause everybody knows
(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

You're put down in her book
You're number thirty seven, have a look
She's going to smile to make you frown, what a clown
Little boy, she's from the street
Before you start, you're already beat
She's going to play you for a fool, yes it's true

'Cause everybody knows
(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(She's a femme fatale)
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks

'Cause everybody knows
(She's a femme fatale)
The things she does to please
(She's a femme fatale)
She's just a little tease
(She's a femme fatale)
Ooh ooh oh
(She's a femme fatale)
Ooh ooh oh


Songwriters: Reed, Lou

Babe,
xoxo