Sipping wine from her tits as she began to pour

Pretty soon, he knew, he would be on the floor

Sleeping in a morphine induced like comatose

Finally his mind would shut, finally his eyes would close


And really, So what if she was just a common whore?

To him she was no less than a goddess that he did adore

Tomorrow when he awoke, he’s be as bare as her teat

Without so much as a kerchief to conceal his meat


Some women are Goddesses and some are hookers

Who cares if they aren’t hot or if they’re not lookers

As long as there’s tits and wine, men will love them all

Cause we’re all stupid. Heck, we’d fuck a blow up doll