From the recording Three Tequila Floor
I was playin’ the slots in Reno
When a pretty woman sat down to my right
Just how was I supposed to know
She was a lady of the night?
Well, she struck up a conversation
“How ya’ doin,’” kind of stuff
But soon I sensed her frustration
I guess she had talked enough
When she invited me up to my room
Only then did I know for sure
There was nothing left to be presumed
I understood the lure
She was a lady, a lady of the night
But not much like the stereotype
She was more like the lady next door
Still, she was a lady of the night
I said: “Could you stand up for me, please?
Look over there; tell me if you see
That lovely woman at the slot machine
Who is wearing my wedding ring?”
She took my hand, squeezed it tight
Said: “She won’t miss you for awhile.”
I said: “You know, you could be right
But I couldn’t leave with a smile.”
Fast as she came, she was gone
On the prowl; on the roam
I cashed out, got my wife, headed home
Before I turned to stone
Repeat CHORUS (2x)
Oh, yeah, she was a lady of the night
Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Eddie C Life Music (BMI)
All Rights Reserved.
Legal: One-stop contracting.
Control rights to UMC and SR.
Contact phone number: 312.671.8074
Mood: Unusual story about prostitution
Key: E / BPM: 140 / Length: 3:17