Molly was a hooker,

and a damn good one it’s said,
for in her prime she was the wildest thing in bed.
Innovative and pleasing to all her johns she’d do
whatever they could imagine, and make them feel anew.

For years she had a cliental that included all the best,
the richest politicians, the bankers and the rest
would pay a handsome fee to be in her embrace;
they would give their all to her, they loved her ways and grace.

But there came a day when she couldn’t ask the fee that
she once had.
She noticed with greater frequency she had an empty bed.
So employment was in order, she needed something new.
A fresh start, another job, a finer life she could pursue.

She considered what she knew as an expert in her craft,
for what she was best qualified, to use her fore and aft.
She knew customer relations, and how to look her best.
To this the city fathers surely could attest.

Real estate or insurance would not be fun she thought,
but she needed something, a place where she could start.
She looked at all her attributes and what she did so well,
and wondered what profession could use the tricks she knew.

She’d used her tricks for money, not caring who would pay,
to be secretive and cunning any night or day.
She’d had to cheat and lie a bit, that is of course the way,
then she’d just plead ignorance, and do what er she may.

She’d take bribes, if need be, to keep her secrets true,
and if some guy screwed her over, she’d make of him a fool.
And if she would do something wrong, she’d just change the rules,
change the wrong to right, she’d always keep her cool.

She thought long and hard, then made the best decision,
searching every job there was preceding her transition .
Of all the jobs that fit her well, she knew with great conviction,
is the take-the-loot and screw-em-all job of the politician.

Sleazy Motel Blues

I got these damn four walls, and it smells like last week’s cigarettes,
the carpets got these burn marks and the bed ain’t been made quite yet.
Outside a diesel’s running, because it’s so damn cold,
I haven’t slept the last four nights, and its getting mighty old.

The whisky’s on the night-stand, with a pot of coffee too,
What a way to start a day, with the sleazy motel blues.
I know I’m spending too much time, drinkin’ and being drunk,
but what else is a man to do when he’s down on his luck.

The TV’s on the blink again, it’s the wind they say.
And if I do not pay the bill, I’ll be out today.
I got enough, to get by now, for this room and cheap whiskey,
but I wish the hell there was something on the black and white TV.

I got the heavy shades pulled shut , it’s too damn bright outside
And when I look at the broken mirror it looks like I just died.
I get to feeling queasy with the shakes every now and then,
but that’s right where the whisky and the Lucky Strikes come in.

It always feels like winter here, the sun don’t come in much.
And when I’m feeling lonely, I miss a woman’s touch.
Can’t say where I’ll go from here, maybe the streets or jail,
but I just can’t yet leave this place, life’s got me on the rail.

Valentine Blues

Sorry to hear it didn’t work out for you,
and now you’re asking what to do.
Ya say he’s left you with bills and blues.
ya look in the mirror with them valentine blues.

Sorry to hear it turned out that way.
You had your times, you got to play.
Ain’t gonna be no flowers or candy,
you got the blues on valentine’s day.

(Refrain:)
Now you be askin, what to do,
when we both got dem valentines blues.

Sorry he won’t be around no more,
won’t be knocking on your door.
and with them bills, you gonna be poor.
On valentines day your heart’s all tore.

Now you telling me this and that,
And asking if I’ll come back,
I wish I could, but I just can’t,
you left me for him, that be a fact.

(Refrain)

You said he was the one for you,
that I couldn’t offer nothin’ new.
So now you asking what to do?
I ain’t gonna play the fool.

Woke up alone, with nothin’ to do,
knowing V day’s here, and I’m feeling blue.
Now to hear you’re blue too,
Tearing at my heart,
we both got,

the Valentines blues.

Lullaby

Before you run off to bed, my sweet sleepy head,
come sing this song with me.
Of dragons in flight on wings of pure light,
Over the calmest and bluest of seas.

To islands with trees, green waving leaves,
sending cinnamon smells on the breeze.
Where toy monkeys play through out the long day,
and smile, when they see you and me.

Where the fruit is so sweet, like candy we eat
Oh, what a treat, this just can’t be beat
Then we run and play, with monkeys all day.
‘till sunset where sleep calls us away.

The sea rolls away, and asks us to stay.
But, try as we may, sleep calls us away.
You can’t disguise the sleep in your eyes.
Magic covers the skies, we’ll return bye and bye.