into the black..

• Sometimes, I wonder what I'm doing here
• In the middle of this tiny square room
• Filled with smoke and damp carpet
• Soggy with spilled cheap champagne
• With the mirrors and flashing lights
• And plastic bowls half of salted peanuts
• In their discarded shells.
• And this room with tired waitresses
• Lousy, overpriced drinks
• Into the black...
• I feel sorry for the men sometimes
• Mostly I just feel contempt
• The men with their furtive movements
• and blank faces
• I feel sorry for Stacey
• Her face looks as though it's been stepped on
• Though her body is like angel food
• Almost too beautiful to look at
• Her boyfriend probably doesn't when he hits her
• I feel sorry for Lynne
• With her expensive lingerie
• Cheap dime store wigs
• Trying to hide her identity
• She's a Yale graduate with a huge loan debt
• She hooks a little on the side
• I feel sorry for Babette
• With her henna'd Cleopatra hair
• And large lumnious eyes
• Her adorable accent of broken english
• Can't hide her drug habit and predatory nature
• Into the black...
• Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
• Dancing naked except for a few sequins
• Lying to men for drink commissions
• I take their room keys and make promises I know I won't fulfill
• We're all victims in one way or another
• We're all here for different reasons
• Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing here
• I like to sleep all day and stay out all night
• The idea of a straight job is like the idea of a straightjacket
• I like buying clothes
• I like taking taxis
• I'm pretty and intelligent
• Sarcastic and selfish
• I'm not going to be doing this forever
• Into the black...
• And I'm not going to be doing this forever
• I'm only 19.