hooker lyrics

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Many songs contain references to prostitutes.
(like 90% of rap songs are mack'n out hos)

I am looking to find hooker references in mainstream music of any era.

eg:

Simon & Garfunkel
The Boxer:
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue
I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there

Please add any you can think of.
thnx
 
A few artists have done "Love For Sale", notably Billie Holiday
Lyrics by Cole Porter

When the only sound on the empty street
Is the heavy tread of the heavy feet
That belong to a lonesome cop
I open shop
When the moon so long has been gazing down
On the wayward ways of this wayward town
That her smile becomes a smirk
I go to work

Love for sale
Appetizing, young love for sale
Love that's fresh and still unspoiled
Love that's only slighty soiled
Love for sale
Who will buy
Who will like to sample my supply
Who's prepared to pay the price
For a trip to paradise
Love for sale
Let the poets pipe of love
In their childish way
I know every type of love
Better far than they
If you want the thrill of love
I've been through the mill of love
Old love, new love
Every love, but true love

Love for sale
Appetizing young love for sale
If you want to buy my wares
Follow me and climb the stairs
Love for sale

Love for sale
 
SIMON & GARFUNKEL Blessed

Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit.
Blessed is the lamb whose blood flows.
Blessed are the sat upon, spat upon, ratted on,
O lord, why have you forsaken me?
I got no place to go,
I’ve walked around soho for the last night or so.
Ah, but it doesn’t matter, no.

Blessed is the land and the kingdom.
Blessed is the man whose soul belongs to.
Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers.
O lord, why have you forsaken me?
My words trickle down, like a wound
That I have no intention to heal.

Blessed are the stained glass, window pane glass.
Blessed is the church service makes me nervous
Blessed are the penny rookers, cheap hookers, groovy lookers.
O lord, why have you forsaken me?
I have tended my own garden
Much too long.
 
3 Wooden Crosses by Randy Travis

A farmer and a teacher, a hooker and a preacher Riding on a midnight bus, bound for Mexico One was headed for vacation, one for higher education And two of them were searching for lost souls That driver never ever saw the stop sign And 18-wheelers cant stop on a dime
There are, three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway Why theres not four of them, heaven only knows I guess its, not what you take, when you leave this world behind you Its what you leave behind you when you go That farmer left a harvest, a home and 80 acres The faith and love for growing things, in his young sons heart And that teacher left her wisdom, in the minds of lots of children And did her best, to give them all a better start And that preacher whispered cant you see the promise land As he lay his blood stained Bible in that hookers hand
Thats the story that our preacher told last Sunday As he held that blood stained Bible up, for all of us to see He said bless the farmer, and the teacher, and the preacher Who gave this Bible to my mama, who read it to me There are, three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway Why theres not four of them, now I guess we know Its not what you take, when you leave this world behind you Its what you leave behind you when you go There are three wooden crosses on the right side of the highway
 
Actually this song is about musicians that need to cater to their late night clients. Tom Wait's "I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute"

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute

So drink your martinis and stare at the moon
Don't mind me I'll continue to croon
Don't mind me if I get a bit loon
I'm your late night evening prostitute

And dance, have a good time
I'll continue to shine
Yes dance, have a good time
Don't mind me if I slip upon a rhyme

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
I'm your late night evening prostitute
 
Honkey Tonk Woman

I met a gin-soaked barroom queen in Memphis,
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
She had to heave me right across her shoulder
'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

It's the honky tonk women.
Gimme gimme gimme the honky tonk blues.

I laid a divorcee in New York City,
I had ti put up some kind of a fight.
The lady then she covered me in roses,
She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.
 
From the O'Jays - "For The Love Of Money"
also the theme for "The Apprentice"

Money, money, money
Money, money, money.......

Some people got to have it
Some people really need it
Listen to me y`all

Do things, do things
Do things, bad things with it
You wanna do things, do things
Do things, good things with it
Yeah, yeah

For the love of money
People will steal from their mother
For the love of money
People will rob their own brother
For the love of money
People can`t even walk the street

Because they never know
Who in the world they`re gonna beat
For that lean, mean, mean green
Almighty dollar, money

For the love of money
People will lie
Lord, they will cheat
For the love of money
People don`t care
Who they hurt or beat
For the love of money
A woman will sell her
Precious body

For a small piece of paper
It carries a lot of weight
For that mean, mean
Mean, mean, mean green
Almighty dollar

Talking bout, talking bout
I know money is the root of all evil
Do funny things to some people

Give me a nickel, brother
Can you spare a dime
Money can drive some
People out of their minds

For the love of money
Got to have it, I really need it
For the love of money
How many things
Have I heard you say

For the love of money
Don`t let it, don`t let it
Don`t let money rule you
How many things
Have I heard you say

For the love of money
Don`t let it, don`t let it
Don`t let money fool you
For the love of money

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
People, don`t let money
Don`t let money change you
Almighty dollar

I keep a-telling you
People, don`t let money
Don`t let money change you
Almighty dollar......
 
Svend said:
Actually this song is about musicians that need to cater to their late night clients. Tom Wait's "I'm Your Late Night Evening Prostitute"

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute

So drink your martinis and stare at the moon
Don't mind me I'll continue to croon
Don't mind me if I get a bit loon
I'm your late night evening prostitute

And dance, have a good time
I'll continue to shine
Yes dance, have a good time
Don't mind me if I slip upon a rhyme

Well I got here at eight and I'll be here till two
I'll try my best to entertain you and
Please don't mind me if I get a bit crude
I'm your late night evening prostitute
I'm your late night evening prostitute
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What ever happened to Tom Waits. Picked up one of his albums during the early eighties Svend and loved it. He was so cool and had one of the most distinctive voices anywhere.
 
Oh yeah, he's unique and still putting out interesting music.
Here's a sad tribute to the ladies, Tina Turner's Private Dancer.

Well the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names
You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer
A dancer for money
And any old music will do

I wanna make a million dollars
I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family
All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names

Dutchmarks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?
 
Damn. And all along I thought "hookers" was solely a fishing term. No wonder the girl at the bar gave me a funny look when I asked her if she had a bass boat.
 
The Police

Roxanne, you don't have to put on the red light
Roxanne, you don't have to sell your body through the night.
 
Outcast - Roses (exerpt)


Well she's got a hotty body, but her attitude is potty
When I met her at a party she was hardly acting naughty
I said "Would you call me?"
She said "Pardon me, are you ballin'?"
I said "Darling, you sound like a prostitute pursing"
Oh so you're one them freaks, get geeked at the sight of ATM receipts
But game been peeped, dropping names she's weak
Trickin' off this bitch is lost
Must take me for a geek a quick way to eat
A neat place sleep, a rent-a-car for a week, a trick for a treat
Now go on the raw sex, my AIDS test is flawless
Regardless, we don't want to get involved with no lawyers
And judges just to hold grudges in a courtroom
I wanna see ya support bra not support you!
Better come back down to Mars
Girl, quit chasin' cars
What happens when the dough get so low
Bitch, you ain't that fine
No way.. no way.. no way
 
From the Bob Fosse movie or Broadway musical "Sweet Charity" which depicts prostitution.
Download the tune here. http://s44.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2HRVR99TP4IJY28CQWQO64ZQID

Hey Big Spender

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me

Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun?
How's about a few laughs, laughs?
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time
 
Svend said:
From the Bob Fosse movie or Broadway musical "Sweet Charity" which depicts prostitution.
Download the tune here. http://s44.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2HRVR99TP4IJY28CQWQO64ZQID

Hey Big Spender

The minute you walked in the joint
I could see you were a man of distinction, a real big spender
Good looking, so refined
Say, wouldn't you like to know what's going on in my mind?
So let me get right to the point
I don't pop my cork for every man I see
Hey big spender!
Spend a little time with me

Wouldn't you like to have fun, fun, fun?
How's about a few laughs, laughs?
I could show you a good time
Let me show you a good time
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show tunes eh lol :eek:
 
Sure, I'm not insecure with my sexuality.
It's a steaming hot movie with Shirley MacLaine circa 1969. :p
 
Hmmm...Private Dancer by Tina Turner?

Though the song is reference to the old taxi dancers (do they still exist? No I don't mean strippers) and taxi dancers are not prostitutes per se, or perhaps it is a form of prostitution. I dunno.
 
Kiss - Thrills in The Night

Early morning and she wakes from her sleep
9 to 5 is the day that she'll keep
ties her hair up and her blouse buttoned tight
gets her work done as she waits for the night
All the people, tell me what would they say if they knew her; how she hides it away
locked inside is the start of a flame and a feeling that she never will tame
Ooh... as she's walking around like a mystery, there's a woman that nobody sees, living inside

Chorus:
Thrills in the night far from the light - passion taking over
Prices she pays all through the day, no one really knows her

In the evening when she takes to the street she goes hunting with a body in heat
and desires she's kept hidden inside make her tingle and she knows why she lies
ooh and she's walking around like a mystery, there's a woman that nobody sees living inside

Chorus x 2

See the stranger that she's pushing away as she dresses for the start of the day
and desires she's kept hidden inside make her tingle
yeah she knows why she lies

Chorus x 2
 
great job people.
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I never took honky tonk woman as a hooker. I thought she was was just horny.

I also never thought Diamond of *Diamond Smiles* was a prostitute. I thought she was a depressed socialite.


Diamond Smiles:

"Traffic's wild tonight"
Diamond smiles her cocktail smile.
Tonight she's in heavy disquise.
She looks at her wrist to clock the passing time.

"Weather's mild tonight"
She wonders do they notice her eyes,
She wonders will her glamour survive,
And can they see she's going down a third time.

Everybody tries,
It's Dale Carnegie gone wild,
But Barbara Cartland's child
long ago perfected the motionless glide.

In the low voltage noise,
Diamond seems so sure and so poised
She shimmers for the bright young boys,
And laugh's "Love is for others, but me it destroys"

The girl in the cake
Jumped out too soon by mistake,
Somebody said the whole things half baked
And Diamond lifts her glass and says "cheers"

She stands to the side
There's no more to this than meets the eye,
Everybody drinks Martini dry,
And talks about clothes and the latest styles.

Chorus:

They said she did it
With grace.
They said she did it
With style.
They said she did it all
Before she died
Oh No
I remember Diamond's smile

Nobody saw her go,
They said they should have noticed
'cos her dress was cut so low.
Well it only goes to show
Ha, ha, how many real men any of us know.

She went up the stairs,
Stood up on the vanity chair,
Tied her lame belt around the chandelier,
And went out kicking at the perfumed air.
 
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