Songs about sex workers

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

" Candy's Going Bad "

Candy took pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?

Through neon doors across killing floors
She got sucked into a champagne desert
Are you satisfied?

Daddy said "I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in peacock clothes"
Mother said "Quit the show"
She didn't want the neighbors to know
Candy had to quit the show

Well Candy didn't care when she started her affair
With the studs and the mares of the night
Are you satisfied?

Teddy knows the rule of the underground school
He's got Candy wrapped around his fingers
Are you satisfied?

Daddy said "I'll break your bones
If you don't get your tricks off the phone"
Mother said "Quit the show"
She didn't want the neighbors to know

Candy's going bad
Got a room to let
Candy's going bad
Got a pimp named Ted

Candy's going bad
Long Green's where it's at
Candy's going bad
She got stars in her head

Candy took the pearls, got ahead of the girls
Got on top and found the secret entrance
Are you satisfied?

Daddy said "I'll break your bones
If you come home dressed in peacock clothes"
Mother said "Quit the show
I don't want the neighbors to know"

Candy's going bad
Got a room to let
Candy's going bad
Got a pimp named Ted

Candy's going bad
Long Green's where it's at
Candy's going bad
She got stars in her head

Candy's going bad
Got a room to let
Candy's going bad
She got stars in her head

Songwriters
KOOYMANS, GEORGE / HAY, BARRY

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

" Sweet Cream Ladies, Forward March "


Sweet cream ladies, forward march;
The world owes you a living
Sweet cream ladies, do your part,
Think of what you're giving
To the lost and lonely people of the night
Out of need, they seek direction for their life
They will love you in the darkness,
Take advantage of your starkness,
And refuse to recognize you in the light

Sweet cream ladies, forward march;
Think what you're providing
Sweet cream ladies, show your starch;
What's the use of hiding?
Tell the socialites to look the other way;
It's instinctive stimulation you convey
It's a necessary function,
Meant for those without compunction,

Who get tired of vanilla every day

Sweet cream ladies forward march;
Puritans ignore them
Sweet cream ladies do their part;
Sweet cream men adore them
Let them satisfy the ego of the male
Let them fabricate success to those who fail,
And should penalties pursue them,
When there's really credit due them,
They might keep a simple fellow out of jail!
Sweet cream ladies, forward march. O-o-o

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

" I've Been Tired "

She's a real left winger 'cause she's been down south
And held peasants in her arms, she said
"I could tell you stories that could make you cry, what about you?"
I said, "Me too, I could tell you a story that would make you cry"
And she sighed, "Ah"

I said, "I wanna be a singer like Lou Reed"
"I like Lou Reed," she said, sticking her tongue in my ear
"Let's go, let's sit, let's talk, politics goes so good with beer
And while we're at it, baby
Why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?"
I said, "Losing my penis to a whore with disease"
"Just kidding"
I said, "Losing my life to a whore with disease"
She said, "Excuse me, please?"
I said, "Losing my life to a whore with disease"
She said, "Please"

Well, I'm a humble guy with healthy desire
Don't give me no shit because

I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired
I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired

I told the tale of a girl but I call her a woman
She's a little bit older than me
Strong legs, strong face, voice like milk breasts like a cluster of grapes
I can't escape her ways she raised me

She make me feel like Solomon
Beware your babies even if you have no one
And while we're at it baby
Why don't you tell me one of your biggest fears?
You don't want to sleep after setting my loins on fire
Well, that's okay because

I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired
I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired
I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired
I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired
I've been tired, I've been tired, I've been tired

T-I-R-E-D spells it, spells it, spells it, spells it

Babe,
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

Hi everybody,

Recently, i saw a thread with a title having to do with "Sexy songs"' or "Songs that are sexy" or something on those lines.
It was on the first page of the forums just the other day.
I can't find it now.

Yes, i've contacted a mod and he has no idea what i am talking about.
Does any one remember where that thread went to?
I have some very sexy songs that i'd like to share in that thread.

I tellin' ya, people are gonna when they hear them.
Yep! They're gonna squirt BLUE cum from their yellow pee-shooters.

Thank you.
xoxo
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Okay, now, let's keep this thread moving right along with Songs about Sex Workers.

See this link for all the songs that have been posted so far that are before page 15
http://www.hungangels.com/vboard/sho...&postcount=140

Today's (bump) song is...Oh wait! FIRST, may i have a drum roll, please. I always wanted to say that.

Thanks, that's better!

" Carmen "

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf
It's alarming honestly how charming she can be
Fooling everyone, telling them she's having fun

She says, "You don't want to be like me
Don't wanna see all the things I've seen."
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Famous and dumb at an early age."
Lying, I’m lying

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning

Carmen, Carmen, staying up til morning
Only seventeen, but she walks the streets so mean
It's alarming truly how disarming you can be
Eating soft ice cream
Coney Island Queen

She says, "You don't want to be like me
Looking for fun, getting high for free."
I'm dying, I'm dying
She says, "You don't want to get this way
Street walk at night, and a star by day."
It's tiring, tiring

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning

Baby's all dressed up with nowhere to go
That's the little story of the girl you know
Relying on the kindness of strangers
Tying cherry knots, smiling, doing party favors
Put your red dress on, put your lipstick on
Sing your song, song, now the camera's on
And you're alive again

Mon amour, je sais que tu m'aimes aussi
My love, I know you love me, too
Tu as besoin de moi
You need me,
Tu as besoin de moi dans ta vie
You need me in your life,
Tu ne peux plus vivre sans moi
You can not live without me,
Et je mourrais sans toi
And I'd die without you,
Je tuerais pour toi
I would kill for you

The boys, the girls, they all like Carmen
She gives them butterflies, bats her cartoon eyes
She laughs like god, her mind's like a diamond
Audio tune lies, she's still shining
Like lightning, ohh, white lightning

Like lightning, ohh, white lightning

Darling, darling, doesn't have a problem
Lying to herself 'cause her liquor's top shelf

Babe,

Wanna boink the "oink"?
xoxo

[Dahlia Babe Ailhad]

" Pretty, Golden Hair "

Born in England's pleasant green, like a picture postcard scene,
to childhood spread with fond maternal care.
From the day that he was born, proud relations came to fawn
and compliment his pretty, golden hair.

In boyhood sent away to a boarding school to stay.
It's crumbling, proud traditions forced to bear.
And his friends in this new world said, "he looks more like a girl
with those blue eyes and pretty, golden hair".

From fades secluded youth
into manhood's search for truth,
his mother's eyes now wet, had turned to stare,
for he said I must be bound,
this day, for London town.
For I believe my fortune's waiting there.

So, like an eager cutting knife,
he plunged in a new life.
Oh, never known beforehand, anywhere.
And the thought that he might trip
in his ignorance, and slip,
never struck beneath his pretty, golden hair.

Ah, the days soon grew thin, and boredom fast set in.
His job was thrown away without a care.
For a man who softly said, "You'll earn twice as much, instead,
with those blue eyes and pretty, golden hair."

Well, London town possessed of many a tempter's nest,
and, thus, he fell with scarce another care.
As so easily he slipped into prostitution's grip,
foundationed by his pretty, golden hair.

And the years quickly flew and his mind slowly grew
from early freedom into deep despair.
As the money ceased to roll, a tired and lonely soul
poured curses on his pretty, golden hair.

Oh, the years stole their time, now the living's hard to find,
and early friends have vanished in the air.
And the gay parties' ease, changed to public lavatories,
have turned to grey his pretty, golden hair.

Oh, his life was only used and his body just abused
by those who never think and never care.
If his file said, "suicide", no, that wasn't why he died -
it was murder by his pretty, golden hair.

Babe,
xoxo

[BJ4TS]

Not really a sex worker song, but, may be apt... a song titled "It Must Be Jelly 'Cause Jam Don't Shake Like That" ?