The gourd is gone

Girl when she finds a whorehouse
It 's hot all week .
Climb in every way
Enough gives you the creeps
It's got such a big fire
That won 't go out with a river
The first transaction is curiosity.
He who eats, eats quietly
So it won't spread to the city
The girl turned into a whore
And he happily sleeps
A Woman Who Is Now Free