The backstage pass
Came as a surprise
You wanted to see me
I had to surmise

Our eyes were locked
During your set
While you stripped bare
My appetite, whet

I was only eighteen
Never been to a show
You, twenty-three
Used to the flow

Young men were your passion
In cabaret bars
Where you'd flaunt your wares
Building memoirs

I pushed through the curtain
Of your dressing room
You stood there half-naked
Greeted me to your tomb

I was bashful and timid
You took my hand
Placed it on your breast
It was perfectly planned

We fucked like crazy
You said I was the best
Feeling happy 'til I learned
I was just like the rest

Back the next night
For a repeat of your dance
You checked out another guy
The end of our romance