My New York Courtesan
We have not met, Might never meet
And yet, my soul is trapped
By whispered scent of Solange 9
My New York CourtesanYou give of me your total self
I claim this right as mine
To make you what you want to be
My New York CourtesanThe purple lord in private bows
And takes the upper hand
The Fates have led you to this place
My New York CourtesanSleep easy mistress, now you know
This Master holds your hand
Forever mine, I welcome thee
My New York CourtesanCourtesan: The Mistress of a Man of Rank
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