Shady Lady

Shady lady, Cleopatra, standing on the boulevard,
Smoking Gitanes, patient waiting, for the men who would be hard,
Her arms are tired from constant spanking, feet have chilblains on her toes,
Cleopatra, patient waiting, for her Johns to tell their woes.

Tying-up a clerk form Southport, strapping down a priest from Colne,
Cleopatra, patient waiting, tugs the ropes and does not moan.
End of night and shabby bathroom, washing off the sticky mess,
Laundering stockings, bra and corset, finally crawling to her rest.

Found her there one rainy Thursday, stiff and rigid in her bed,
Shady lady, Cleopatra, patient waiting, stone cold dead.