A Dame Like Her
She tells me I look nice
She says it with a grin
I tell her I'm in Vice
She tells me she's in Sin
She's clearly just a hooker
Registering dollar signs in her eyes
But, man, she's such a looker
Just check out those thighs
I contemplate tossing her in the can
But why waste all that time
I've got a better plan
Suited to a flatfoot past his prime
So I ask her for a date
She says "Oh, you mean a fuck?"
I say "Look, it's running late.
And you're running out of luck."
She says "Okay, you'll get you some.
But buy me two more drinks.
Two highballs before you come,"
She instructs me with a wink
What more could any cop desire
I now ask myself each night
This dame sets my heart and nuts on fire
Every time I just ask her for a light.