Sex Sells

"Sex sells!" I yell,
Sex sells, sells well
In this pain-pleasure hell,
As I touch your insides
And tear out your soul
With my silent call.

"Sex sells!" I yell,
She'll kiss for a buck
But you won't get a fuck,
You've got to have more
To maintain a whore.

Bring out the silk,
All the frills and lace,
You can kiss her face,
As white as milk,
In a paradise full of lies.

Sex sells--I know,
Everywhere I go
In the thick of the night
I pass the red light,
Feeling a sense of hunger.
 

                    June 14, 1987
                --Alexander Shaumyan