She dances in the sheets at night, She dances to his needs She dances ‘til he feels just right, Until he falls asleep She dances at the crack of dawn, And quickly cooks his food
He struts around, Like he owns the town He gives a smirk, Like he owns the Earth He expresses glee, Like he can be, Whatever he wants to be He orders Scotch on ice,
While traders trade and haggle their price, And politicians try so hard to be nice While lawyers argue and doctors treat, Stockbrokers quote the price on meat
