'Prostitutes' in paintings, in Covent Garden paintings as Hallie remarks were renown for their skills but 'prostitutes' not courtesans in shit stained paintings were the precedent to the evening: I became one.
In that evening we were walking, as Mistress walks her dog, to lead him to and alley where she asks if he is at home? and he bows and wags his tail and more civilised than she, and turns his gaze, his untrue gaze to concrete roundabout.
And up a wall the dog did p***, bestial in all his glory
As Mistress choked and looked away - unperturbed in her bright maladies
And one road up walked prostitutes - as those in the dark window spied
And prostitutes are everywhere - males in disguise!
And those that think that they are not
And those that think they are
And courtesans and business mans
Come suck my fake cigar
For prostitutes we are all
One really cant escape
So paint me naked
My fair muff
No modesty you' ll take
And get your agents to stand and talk
Out an oriface or two
For they are blinded by your wares
They are prostitutes too.
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