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PJ, it's Ian Thomas, "Painted Ladies" (1973):

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3pvsiQvSPs

thanks wrinkled, I knew someone would know. it`s such a catchy tune that just keeps on comeing back into my head. I`ll keep that link. It`s hard to look up tunes if you don`t know the name or the artist but I keep on humming it anyway just like take a walk on the wild side and the colored girls say do do do do do do do. great tune but I didn`t know who did it or the title, I just like the tune

PJ

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thanks wrinkled, I knew someone would know. it`s such a catchy tune that just keeps on comeing back into my head. I`ll keep that link. It`s hard to look up tunes if you don`t know the name or the artist but I keep on humming it anyway just like take a walk on the wild side and the colored girls say do do do do do do do. great tune but I didn`t know who did it or the title, I just like the tune

PJ

 

Ha, I do the same thing, except usually it's some awful pop tune like Womanizer by Britney Spears that gets stuck in my head. It's catchy, ok!

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Normally the threads are about the sexiest songs to have sex to, but in this case, I want to know your favourite songs ABOUT hookers.

 

I'll start it off:

 

House of the Rising Sun-The Animals

Angelene-PJ Harvey

Roxanne-The Police (or is it just Sting?)

 

I like House of the Rising Sun, but I prefer the hard-rock version by Frijid Pink that came out in 1970.

 

Roxanne by the Police is a classic too from 1978 - I just watched the movie 48 Hours and Eddie Murphy was singing it (to his walkman).

 

Another favourite is:

 

Honky Tonk Woman by the Rolling Stones:

 

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis,

She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.

She had to heave me right across her shoulder

'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

It's the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

 

 

I laid a divorcee in New York City,

I had to put up some kind of a fight.

The lady then she covered me with roses,

She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

 

 

It's the honky tonk women

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women.

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

(Yeah!) It's the honky tonk women.

Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues.

 

 

 

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A few lines from "The Boxer" (Simon & Garfunkel, Bridge Over Troubled Water)

 

Asking only workman's wages I come looking for a job

But I get no offers

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome

I took some comfort there

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50 cent candy shop. Old song but I still love it.

 

Ha, I just thought 50 was a dirty guy, I didn't think this song was about escorts.

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maybe Hotel California by th Eagles might fit in here

 

I would say Hotel California fits this thread.

 

Eagles - Hotel California

 

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air

Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell'

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

 

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (Any time of year)

You can find it here

 

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

 

So I called up the Captain,

'Please bring me my wine'

He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine'

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

 

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis

 

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device'

And in the master's chambers,

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can't kill the beast

 

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

'Relax,' said the night man,

'We are programmed to receive.

You can check-out any time you like,

But you can never leave!'

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Deep in the night, alone in the dark

I get a need for you

In a hotel room I remember the way

how we do what we do

Too long without your touch

Too long without your love

My lady of lights

I'm coming over for you

 

I call you lover

I call you friend

but when I need another

she's got a heart

a heart to lend

 

Lady Red Light, rock me tonight

Baby's got a way to make it alright

Lady Red Light, rock me tonight

She really knows how to move me

my Lady Red Light

 

A shadow of night waiting in time

Really no need to be cold and alone

I've made up my mind who I need to see

 

I call you lover

I call you friend

but when I need another

she's got a heart

a heart to lend

 

Lady Red Light

She knows how to move me

 

 

Queen - Killer Queen

 

She keeps Moet et Chandon

In a pretty cabinet

'Let them eat cake' she says

Just like Marie Antoinette

A built-in remedy

For Khrushchev and Kennedy

At anytime an invitation

You can't decline

 

Caviar and cigarettes

Well versed in etiquette

Extraordinarily nice

 

Chorus:

She's a Killer Queen

Gunpowder, Gelatine

Dynamite with a laser beam

Guaranteed to blow your mind

Anytime

 

Recommended at the price

Insatiable an appetite

Wanna try?

 

To avoid complications

She never kept the same address

In conversation

She spoke just like a baroness

Met a man from China

Went down to Asia Minor

Then again incidentally

If you're that way inclined

 

Perfume came naturally from Paris

for cars she couldn't care less

Fastidious and precise

 

Chorus

 

Drop of a hat she's as willing as

Playful as a pussy cat

Then momentarily out of action

Temporarily out of gas

To absolutely drive you wild, wild

She's out to get you

 

Chorus

 

Recommended at the price

Insatiable in appetite

Wanna try?

You wanna try.

 

 

Elton John - Sweet Painted Lady

 

I'm back on dry land once again

Opportunity awaits me like a rat in the drain

We're all hunting honey with money to burn

Just a short time to show you the tricks that we've learned

 

If the boys all behave themselves here

Well there's pretty young ladies and beer in the rear

You won't need a gutter to sleep in tonight

Oh the prices I charge here will see you alright

 

So she lays down beside me again

My sweet painted lady, the one with no name

Many have used her and many still do

There's a place in the world for a woman like you

 

Oh sweet painted lady

Seems it's always been the same

Getting paid for being laid

Guess that's the name of the game

 

Forget us we'll have gone very soon

Just forget we ever slept in your rooms

And we'll leave the smell of the sea in your beds

Where love's just a job and nothing is said

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if you like the blues check out whorehouse blues by motorhead

I don`t know how to post the link on youtube

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I had forgotten about this song..

 

"Moulin Rouge"

 

I'll meet you in the red room,

Close the door and dim the lights.

I will be yours truly

If indeed the price is right.

 

So throw your sword, be my king,

Let your passions rise and sing.

Just show me the diamonds

And I'll let you wear my ring.

 

So just lay down beside me,

Let us consummate.

I know you're bursting,

Let me help you deflate.

 

If you want to plug in

For a high-voltage connection,

Show me cold hard cash

And I will turn on my affection.

 

Do you wanna help out?

I'll let you.

Just a little...

 

So don't hesitate,

I won't kiss and tell.

No need to worry,

'Cause I'm a professional.

 

The show can start as soon

As I see money on the table,

I have an empty space to fill,

I'm willing if you're able.

 

Do you wanna help out?

I'll let you.

Just a little...

 

I'll meet you in the red room,

Close the door and dim the lights.

I will be yours truly

If indeed the price is right.

 

So throw your sword, be my king,

Let your passions rise and sing.

Just show me the diamonds

And I'll let you wear my ring.

 

 

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nice little country tune called Let Him Roll by Guy Clark is a story of a guy who falls in love with a hooker and asks her to marry him , she says no. he dies an old man and pennyless with her picture in his wallet. she attends his funeral. it`s a bit of a tearjerker

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Red Light

siouxsie and the banshees

about prostitution/pornography...

 

She falls into frame with a professional pout but the polaroids ignite on seeing their subject and the aperture shuts-too much exposure

Voyeur sucks into focus-floodlit the glossy kiss-pit but as emulsion drips down...down

the aperture shuts-too much exposure

Come into this room-Come into this gloom See the Red light rinsing another shutter-slut wincing the sagging half-wit sister

pretty, pretty picture

of an ancient nipple shrinking-that Kodak-whore winking 'til the aperture shuts-too much exposure.

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Candy shop

Yeah...

Uh huh

So seductive

 

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]

[50 Cent]

I'll take you to the candy shop

I'll let you lick the lollipop

Go 'head girl, don't you stop

Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

[Olivia]

I'll take you to the candy shop

Boy one taste of what I got

I'll have you spending all you got

Keep going 'til you hit the spot (woah)

 

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

You can have it your way, how do you want it

You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it

Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level

Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle

I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple

If you be a nympho, I'll be a nympho

In the hotel or in the back of the rental

On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into

Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor

Have your friends teasing you 'bout how sprung I gotcha

Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem

Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider

I'm a seasons vet when it come to this shit

After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick

I'm trying to explain baby the best way I can

I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

 

[Chorus]

 

[bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]

Girl what we do (what we do)

And where we do (and where we do)

The things we do (things we do)

Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

 

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]

Give it to me baby, nice and slow

Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo

You ain't never heard a sound like this before

Cause I ain't never put it down like this before

Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper

It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker

Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs

Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone

I touch the right spot at the right time

Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind

So seductive, you should see the way she wind

Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind

As Long as she ain't stopping, homie I ain't stopping

Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping

All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on

And we gon' sip 'til every bubble in every bottle is gone

 

[Chorus 2x]

 

If you read Olivas Lyrics. I'll have you spending all you got.

 

Also An old time good song for escots

 

No diggity

 

You know what

I like the playettes

No diggity, no doubt

Play on playette

Play on playette

Yo Dre, drop the verse

 

[Dr. Dre]

It's going down, fade to Blackstreet

The homies got RB, collab' creations

Bump like Acne, no doubt

I put it down, never slouch

As long as my credit can vouch

A dog couldn't catch me ass out

Tell me who can stop when Dre making moves

Attracting honeys like a magnet

Giving em eargasms with my mellow accent

Still moving this flavour

With the homies Blackstreet and Teddy

The original rump shakers

 

Shorty get down, good Lord

Baby got em up open all over town

Strictly biz, she don't play around

Cover much ground, got game by the pound

Getting paid is a forte

Each and every day, true player way

I can't get her out of my mind

(what)

I think about the girl all the time

 

East side to the west side

Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise

She got tricks in the stash

Stacking up the cash

Fast when it comes to the gas

By no means average

She's on when she's got to have it

Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in

Can I get down, so I can win

 

[1] - I like the way you work it

No diggity, I got to bag it up, bag it up

[Repeat 1 (3x)]

 

She's got class and style

Street knowledge by the pound,

Baby never act wild

Very low key on the profile

Catching catichin' villains is a no,

Let me tell you how it goes

Curve's the words, spins the verbs

Lovers it curves so freak what you heard

Rollin' with the phatness

You don't even know what the half is

You gotta pay to play

Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way

I like the way you work it

Trumped tight, all day, every day

You're blowing my mind, maybe in time

Baby, I can get you in my ride

 

[Repeat 1 (4x)]

 

[2] - Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey yo, that girl looks good

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Play on, play on playette

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

You're my kind of girl, no diggity

Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo

Hey

 

[Queen Pen]

Cause that's my peeps and we row G

Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet

What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing

Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie

As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring

We be's the baddest clique up on the scene

Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads

I shows and proves, no doubt, I be taking you, so

Please excuse, if I come across rude

That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be

Stay kicking game with a capital G

Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be

Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flavor

So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy

I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30

Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity

[Repeat 1 (4x)]

 

 

Or at least they are about escorts or brothels to me. :-D

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And boys if your not with escorts be careful of these

Gold diggers

Just joking. Good song, tho.

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Who can forget "Just a Gigolo"?

Although a very old song, I still love David Lee Roth's version from the mid eighties. Old "Diamon Dave" had a certain charisma didn't he? (Ego aside)

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