Turn Your Lights Down Low (feat. Millie O'Connell)

So turn your lights down, low Red light go nice and slow Your wife doesn't have to know Tonight I've got your soul So turn your lights down low (Turn your lights down low) Red light, go nice and slow Your wife doesn't have to know Tonight I've got your soul (She doesn't have to know) I'm a player in the adult trade Sort of like an actress on center stage The red gets paid and the pay in cash I got a mouth to feed, and he never lacks Emerging artists, I play them useful I get winners, I play the loser I get virgins, I play the teacher I get sinners, I play the preacher And I'm proud of what I provide One heart close next Why feel paid some fed I could be out on the streets But I choose to sell my love instead Kinks, I'll make you blush Some want pain and some are tied up How about tights? A paddle brush? Some want to talk to a woman they trust So turn your lights down low Red light, go nice and slow Your wife doesn't have to know Tonight I've got your soul So turn your lights down Red light go nice and slow Your wife doesn't have to know Tonight I've got your soul See, I'm a boss. I don't want To be bossed around, but when Jeanne asked me to wear her crown And flowers are blowing some big dress If the price is right Then I always say yes I get paid in a bonus and diamonds Not up front, but she said that she Could wear them, keep the dress She says she don't want it back No sex, just awarded cash I'm not a stickler, I'll take the money It's sort of funny, but I like Never to judge anybody Anymore, likes for the surprises Variety is what spices life Turn your lights down low She doesn't have to know She doesn't have to know Turn your lights down low She doesn't have to know Turn your lights down low She doesn't have to know, no (Turn Your Lights Down Low) (She doesn't have to know)