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He dressed up as a bunny And licked my little foot He gave me lots of money To thrash his naughty butt And sing when he was done He dressed me up as King Tut My life was much more funny And more entertaining then I wish I were a prostitute again He paid me for my urine He paid for my poo Dressed like the Shroud of Turin Costumed as Betty Boop Or as Martin van Buren Or in a hula hoop I sold him life insurance And I pocketed the pen I wish I were a prostitute again I got him his own collar Custom-made, studded with jewels I made him hoot and holler With my very special tools Letras de cancionesI am a classics scholar Because he put me through schools He had twelve million dollars Until he gave me ten I wish I were a prostitute again I was too busy shopping To cavort with other men I wish I were a prostitute again From Letras Mania