'Neath the stars at bazaars,
Often I've had to caress men
Five or ten dollars then,
I'd collect from all those yes-men
Don't be sad, I must add
That they meant no more than chess-men
Darling, can't you see
'Twas for charity?
Though these lips have made slips,
It was never really serious
Who'd have thought I'd be brought
To a state that's so delirious?
I could cry salty tears
Where have I been all these years?
Little wow, tell me now
How long has this been going on?