From the Eastside

 
There's two ab norm al  
hookers walking  
down the street.    
 
Kicking it, laughing,
they are darling
their faces sparkling,
so is their jeans.  
 
They look up at me,  
greetings, I wave
as they move along swiftly.  
 
Knowing if they stop,
the rhythm needed  
for the click click click  
of their heels would cease,  
.
.
 
Heels to the hip  
Heels to the hip
 
Two happy hookers,
Click, Click, Click
they walk along smiling —
gonna get em some dick.