The Hooker

As a child I was disturbed, I was raised amongst the scum
I didnt have a father and I hardly knew my mum
She did the heavy drugs; and she never was discreet
And at nights she went to work, on those long, dangerous streets.
I went to a hole of a school, but was chucked out in year 8
So my mother made me work like her, for a guy that I did hate

Stephen was big, strong and mean, and always had a frown
And if I didnt earn enough, he really beat me down
I would stand at the corner of a street til I was picked up by a man
And as soon as it was over I took his money from him and ran
So this was how I lived, if you can even call it a life
Doing drugs to escape in the day, and all those long and loveless nights

I was never told I was pretty, as I always wished I would
The closest thing I got to a compliment, was getting told that I was good
I was spat on it the streets by people, whenever I was seen
Mothers crossed the road when they saw me; I was evil, and unclean
I never had a childhood, no innocence and not one friend
I hated what I was doing to live; I just wanted it to end

About a year ago, the word got around to me-
My mother was found dead, it appeared that shed ODd
I didnt feel no sadness, I didnt feel anything inside
She was just another nobody, whod had one too many highs
But I guess it woke me up, I slowed down on the drugs
And after a long and very hard haul, I stopped-put in the plug

But Stephen still made me work, and I didnt put up a fight
So it was the same old tragic story. Night after night after night
But then there was a man, who I serviced more than one time
There was something different about him, he was nice and he was kind
It became a regular thing, and every night Id wait
Hoping to see his car pull over, and when it did, I sure felt great

Whenever I was with him, it didnt feel like work or a chore
It was a new sensation for me, to leave every night still wanting more
After about a month, meeting 4 or 5 times a week
We started making love at night, it was so different, it was sweet
But I didnt know what to do, or even if he felt the same
After all I was just his hooker, was I only his easy game.

So I never said a thing, kept my feelings tucked away
The secret love I had for him grew bigger every day
I learnt his name was Bailey and that he gambled quite a lot
Hed never taken drugs cept for a coupla whiffs of pot
He was an architect by trade and he had no kids or wife
All this I learnt with eagerness, to know about his life

And every night we spent together he always paid the fee
And because of the joy I was getting I was feeling rather guilty
But with Stephen always waiting for the money every week
There was nothing I could do, I felt confused and rather meek
I felt like I was cheating him, and I wanted this to end
But I couldnt let him know, how he was much more than a friend

So in the end I decided, the only noble thing to do
Was to say goodbye to Bailey, end our nightly rendezvous
It broke my heart to do so, and I didnt tell him why
I told him I was moving states which was, of course a lie
He nodded when I told him, and held my shaking hand:
Was a pleasure doing business, he said earnestly with care

And just after I had left, on that dark and stormy night
He ran up close behind me, gave me an awful fright
He gave me a slip of paper which I was to learn in time
Gave me the name of this casino, some dates and 3 numbers in a line
And that was the last time I saw him, my memory is crystal clear
He kissed me in the pouring rain then I left him standing there.

I tried to go back to my old ways, with different clients all the time
But Id experienced something real, I had a taste for the divine
The cash flow started dropping, and this made Stephen really cross
He approached me in the street one day wanting to prove he was the boss
He started to hit me there and then but this time I was ready
I pulled out a knife and stabbed him, my hand was surprisingly steady

I went into some strange shock, and then everything went white
I woke up some time later by a red and blue flashing light
There were people crowding around me-reporters and plenty of cops
They talked to me and a witness and they gave me a couple of ops
They took me to the hospital, I was badly beat up and hence
The charges all went to Stephen, I was let off on self defence.

All the time I then spent waiting, in the un-comfy hospital bed
I realised that instead of being happy, I had punished myself instead
You see the only time I felt good, and glad to be alive
Was those couple of months earlier, with Bailey by my side
It was then I remembered the note, Id memorised the whole thing
I learnt it was a casino and a room number in the west wing

So as soon as I was released I came as quickly as I could
Id never been to Vegas, never was a reason that I should
But now there was a big one, and only today I found
This casino that holds my only chance, of a life that is profound
Im going to stop my work on the streets, Im never going back
It was a tasteless life I lived, it was cheap and it was slack

I'm feeling really nervous, my hands are starting to shake
I hope after this is over, I can take a nice long break
Ive had dreams of going to Paris, Id love to see the Moulin Rouge
But putting that aside, theres more important things to do
So I'm on my way right now, to room number 213
To go in there and confess, my love for the man of my dreams