Behind the Scenes

A beautiful face all painted and done,

In this job you have to be number one.

Time to put on the show of being a fantasy,

Never knowing what men i might see.

I stop and knock on the door,

Who's on the other side I'm not at all sure.

The door opens and I step inside,

Time for a show no time for pride.

Starting rates are $150 and more,

Thats just for me to even show up at your door.

Depending on what you want is how much extra you will pay,

And if you don't I'll simply walk away.

Pay me what I want and I'll give you what you need,

The chance for your dirty fantasies to finally be freed.

Always pretending that I like what I do,

Truth is no one has the slightest of a clue.

Wishing it was over before its begun,

Put on a sexy outfit get it over and done.

Dressed up until dressed down,

I can guarantee I wont leave you with a frown.

A different mans pleasure for me to fill,

Silently praying he didn't take the blue pill.

I come and yield my sexual power,

Ensuring this doesn't take all hour.

Its all about how much money you spend,

For me this life is all just pretend.

No feelings, no strings, everyday is the same,

When I leave you I wont even remember your name.

The same results just a different game,

A different face that has no name.

The only thing changes are the faces i see,

I don't know them and they cant know me.

My safety in jeopardy all the time,

Praying I wont be the victim of some horrific crime.

I go home to my lonely house,

Knowing it will be as quiet as a mouse.

Wash away the evidence of the night,

Climb into bed and turn out my light.

Begging the Lord forgiveness for my sin,

Feeling guilty in my heart knowing tomorrow I'll be sinning again...

Written by Heather Heckerman.