She slips on her nylon stockings,
Gently rolling them up her calf,
And over her knee,
She clips her suspenders into place,
She wouldn’t want to look a disgrace,
He watches as he paces,
She takes her time,
He knows she’s worth her dime,
But he can’t be caught,
Because if he is,
Things will be fraught,
The little lessons she has been taught,
She’s sure they won’t be caught,
She hears the door,
She jumps to her feet,
Quickly,
Quickly,
She mustn’t dawdle,
Down the drain pipe,
She must go,
The little woman,
A dirty Ho!