I Married A Hooker

I met a girl who walked the street,

I have to say she really looked sweet,

Tight skirt of leather and lace,

Long hair framed a pretty face,

Didn’t take much more than a glance,

To realize I wanted to get into her pants,

Next time I saw her walking by,

I chugged my beer and went over to say ‘Hi,’

She asked me if I wanted to go out,

What she did for a living, there was no doubt,

Just to make sure there is no misconception,

I normally don’t pay, this was an exception,

The girl looked so fine and seemed so nice,

I figured she might be worth the price,

So I headed home in a mad dash,

Reached into a drawer and grabbed some cash,

I went back and grabbed her by the hand,

Fully expecting a one night stand,

The first time we rented a room,

It was quick, just ‘bing, bam, boom,’

But we started meeting here and there,

It soon becoming a regular affair,

Got to a point where it was ‘What the heck?’

I should just sign and give her my check,

But this girl could really do it all,

And for her I was starting to fall,

Though of her skills I never got bored,

She was a bit more than I could afford,

But, if she really wanted more,

I was prepared to rob a store,

Though she was a really great lay,

I just could no longer afford to pay,

So I figured if I have to pay for every lick,

It might be cheaper to marry the chick,

But when my friends comment ‘Your wife’s a looker,’

I hate to admit I married a hooker.

04-13-10.