| One day as I left Union Station In a rush to get to my job, A maid, in fearless flirtation, Called to me out of the mob. Awash in pure fascination I studied her fine elfin face, Wondering what choice deviation Caused her to wear nothing but lace. My heart was in elevation And my lust was not far behind. Was she real or indication That I had lost most of my mind? She displayed no hesitation And regarded me with a smile. I was filled with warm elation; I would not go to work for a while. She spoke with warm animation, Inviting me up to her room. To damnation or salvation, I would follow this girl to my doom. I answered without vacillation That, yes, I would follow her in And conduct an investigation As to the real wages of sin. She smiled with quick calculation And allowed as how that was nice, But I felt just cold devastation When she proposed an exhorbitant price. The sudden alienation Brought on by allusion to cash Reduced my sweet aspiration To a chance to acquire a rash. I related this revelation And told her that I wouldn't pay. I would not give compensation No matter how tasty the play. In anger, hurt and frustration She then walked right out of my life. I wailed in bleak lamentation And then went back home to my wife. |