It's a hundred pounds an hour
Or two hundred for the day
I'll take cash or credit card
It's a funny kind of business
Not a conjure up together
And I had to make the choice
And the other needed boys
I get my money through love
But we've gotta be so quick
Before her husband gets home
But he's as hard as a stone
The act of love was simple
But the end felt like death
Oh my stomach went all queasy
And I walked out the door
I get my money through love
And they talk behind my back
But inside my soul just rots
Save some money and move away
It's all gonna have to go
Got a forty year old woman
When they see me at the door
Strips off in the bedroom
Until the money's all gone
I get my money through love