From the recording Well,

Lyrics

She waived at me through the window,
crossword puzzle on the floor
She smiled at me through her lipstick,
and I walked in the door
Up close, life’s wear and tear’s cruel toll,
two jobs, three kids and maybe more
She needed the make-up after all,
you get what you pay for

It ain’t no sin to buy some loving
Ain’t no transgression to sell affection
Shouldn’t be lawless to trade in tenderness
But sure is a crime to miss a rhyme

We sell our bodies through our labor,
she sold hers through the night
She’d hoped for better, I don’t blame her,
loved but commodified
Free trade ordained our weekly trysts,
my demand her supply
Still I loved her like a therapist,
been blue since she retired

It ain’t no sin to buy some loving
Ain’t no transgression to sell affection
Two willing bodies can’t be wrong
I thought I’d put it in a song