Only pretty whores
Can make a living
Can be adored

Only inebriates
Will think I'm pretty
Will appreciate

Just what I am here for

And you are here
I know you see me
Lose your fear
Pour your need inside me
It will feed me
More than your chimerical love

One last cigerette after this
Take another drag
Retrieve my bag

Crashed by the minibar I wonder
Just what am I here for?
Though no one will answer

It's already become clear