Love
shack
It
never goes away
In
the years dawn of history
You
will hear people say
Along
the lonely trunk roads
Some
enterprising souls will do
Put
up a shack to entice the lorry drivers
Spend
an hour with paid women
Love
shack
The
lonely souls get a break
With
women who need money
They
dream of beautiful homes
Of
lovers of a difference
Back
to nature do it in the open
In
the open country or village
With
dim light bathing the souls
Love
shack
You
think they forget
With
rising hormones
Beautiful
women the monied men
In
the dawn of history
You
will hear people say
Of
lovers in love shack
Of
paid women and lonely men
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