It's a cold winter's night
That chills to the core.
The Midnight Moonlight Lady
Knows just how to score
She will keep her men warm.
When they pay her a call,
She’ll writhe in fake pleasure
Till both bodies sprawl,
She will try to embarrass
With rude innuendo
She loves all her callers.
She loves them, though the men know.
Once they’ve unflexed their sinews
Her love show continues
With somebody else.
There’s always somebody else.
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