Dono
09-22-2011, 12:02 PM
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Once a man but I sold my soul for financial sake
Told I'd never be the same, it's the chance you'll take
I'm unveiled, existing amongst ordinary males
No longer can I comprehend their coronary tales
Conceptual model from legends of sexual attraction
Brain wired to ignore emotion's perpetual distraction
My debt paid long ago but I'm still locked in the sex trade
Scared by threats we wait to be rented so clients can get laid
A dame enters the room of superficial selection
Each unit, in turn, presents an artificial erection
Imperfections noticed, and disqualified as choices
For her final decision we must provide our voices
An automatic charismatic system activates
My victim's track awaits as a lust theorem calculates
Not a score, she's the same as any customer before
Winning or losing her will not make me humbler or sore
I employ noble, deep vocals and comedy, my wit skilled
Picked quickly, knew I would be, such an immaculate build
I see she's beautiful, but don't understand the concept
Scan the context to glean the meaning, but damn it's complex
Wants my adamantine body, commands me to bed her
I don't know better my programming says to let her
But first debt her, funding is required for further dealings
straight business, monetary digits, no fervor feelings
We leave my known space and race to her place of residence
want to feel something but can't trace my pestilence
to the source, am I destined to be on this coarsest course?
So inhuman now I'm unable to even force remorse
We arrive, I do what's expected, no body surface neglected
Hardy circuits connect to make my naughty service perfected
Real men would be excited to consummate with intercourse
These hollow actions only compliment my inner corpse
I read satisfaction on her face as she falls asleep
I got no pleasure, the entire act seems small and cheap
My humanity burned, unreal how my heart turned to steel
I can barely cope, oh how I've yearned to feel
I'm so caught in it all that now emotion I know not
being a Gigolo makes you feel like a robot
Once a man but I sold my soul for financial sake
Told I'd never be the same, it's the chance you'll take
I'm unveiled, existing amongst ordinary males
No longer can I comprehend their coronary tales
Conceptual model from legends of sexual attraction
Brain wired to ignore emotion's perpetual distraction
My debt paid long ago but I'm still locked in the sex trade
Scared by threats we wait to be rented so clients can get laid
A dame enters the room of superficial selection
Each unit, in turn, presents an artificial erection
Imperfections noticed, and disqualified as choices
For her final decision we must provide our voices
An automatic charismatic system activates
My victim's track awaits as a lust theorem calculates
Not a score, she's the same as any customer before
Winning or losing her will not make me humbler or sore
I employ noble, deep vocals and comedy, my wit skilled
Picked quickly, knew I would be, such an immaculate build
I see she's beautiful, but don't understand the concept
Scan the context to glean the meaning, but damn it's complex
Wants my adamantine body, commands me to bed her
I don't know better my programming says to let her
But first debt her, funding is required for further dealings
straight business, monetary digits, no fervor feelings
We leave my known space and race to her place of residence
want to feel something but can't trace my pestilence
to the source, am I destined to be on this coarsest course?
So inhuman now I'm unable to even force remorse
We arrive, I do what's expected, no body surface neglected
Hardy circuits connect to make my naughty service perfected
Real men would be excited to consummate with intercourse
These hollow actions only compliment my inner corpse
I read satisfaction on her face as she falls asleep
I got no pleasure, the entire act seems small and cheap
My humanity burned, unreal how my heart turned to steel
I can barely cope, oh how I've yearned to feel
I'm so caught in it all that now emotion I know not
being a Gigolo makes you feel like a robot