Abby Travis - Trade lyrics

He was a living fantasy A caramal uncut Kowalsky The skin of his beauty was so deep With his prize fighting fees and physique Alone he waits for prey A beep and he's on the way There's always a price to pay For one Latin god for the day He loved to love for free For the girl he'd go down on his knees Such a pro, boy he knew how to please So much taste, so much style, so much sleaze He self destructed last week A pinata of razors and sheiks A dead trick, then a long trip upstream Sometimes folks really are what they seem