Analysis of Prostitute

Lord , princes rich and poor
All have knocked at her door
And she with a smiling face
Welcomed men of all race

You go to bed ,with her at night
You kiss her body, and hold her tight
You lift the skirt from her thighs
And float in the valley of pleasure so high

But at the very  first sign  of day
you leave her alone and go away
Among your friends you spit on her face
you honor her with many disgrace

But next night again at four
You give a knock at her door
And she takes you in her arms
which is soft , fair and warm