“The Drawing Room”


The ladies in the drawing room with hair of gold and grey,
with scarlet ribbons in their hair in waiting for their pay.
Vavatious in their drawing room with not a slightly mark,
they set the town folk talking with their whispers in the dark.
Upsetting every woman for the fear of losing face,
of empty headed husbands in the drawing rooms embrace.
Their strumpets in their business but a very pretty foe,
while every woman's husband parts with half the families doe.
Patroned little maidens with their brightened lantern red,
in colored deed of business pulling down the silken bed.
Yes every town has got them for they have to work you see,
the ladies in the drawing room that wait for you and me.

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