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The Lounge
This lounge is a waiting room
The girls look sexy and wear perfume
It's designed for clients to make their choice.
Who will he pick to make him rejoice?
The one with red hair
Makes him stare;
The one with the big chest
Puts his judgement to test;
The one in the corner
Is her heart warmer?
They all offer him sex
Is it worth the expense?
He'll give it a try;
Which one to buy?
He tosses a coin
To choose who to join.
They go to the cabin
Will we know what will happen?
He stays for his hour
Inside her bower.
He comes out elated
His urges are sated.
The girls look sexy and wear perfume
It's designed for clients to make their choice.
Who will he pick to make him rejoice?
The one with red hair
Makes him stare;
The one with the big chest
Puts his judgement to test;
The one in the corner
Is her heart warmer?
They all offer him sex
Is it worth the expense?
He'll give it a try;
Which one to buy?
He tosses a coin
To choose who to join.
They go to the cabin
Will we know what will happen?
He stays for his hour
Inside her bower.
He comes out elated
His urges are sated.
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