Cathouse
A story-telling song about a brothel, a female prostitute, and a male client.
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(Verse 1)
There’s a brothel in between,
Addison drive and Rhenald street.
A courtesan happens to reside there,
And the men that touched a thigh wouldn’t dare.
The house filled with a series of cobwebs,
And some lines of amphetamines.
Feels of a presence like maybe someone died,
And there’s guilty sin inside...
In the bed that you lie.
(Chorus)
Oh, the beautiful,
Treasures that lie within,
Cathouse.
Oh, the beautiful,
Treasures that lie within,
Cathouse.
(Verse 2)
He walks into Cathouse and catches her dancing,
He wears his light brown beret, she wears her laced-up lingerie.
He pays her to lap dance, he touches her bosom,
She slaps him a new one and she plays the victim.
Cathouse mother comes in, she’s really infuriated,
She makes him pay extra during,
The sin.
And he can’t quite keep up with her,
And,
He can’t pay for the good time either.
She ties him up and leaves him for dead,
In a body bag,
Back in the trash can.
Then back to bed she lies.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
She lies in...
Filth, dirt,
Self sabotage hurt,
And the bedsheets are stained,
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