This song was inspired by so many women, it’s not funny. You know who you are. What this song is not about is full-time sex workers. We have no quarrel with you. We have a quarrel with pimps, and women who make us feel special then make us feel used.

Lyrics

Now I know a lot of guys, would pay, a lot of money for a woman like you,
Muscular thighs, glutes, and a diminutive abdomen too.
And I know you like to dress, risqué, you wear that halter with the stretchy tight fit,
Luminous vest, boots, and a provocative miniskirt slit.

I’m not gonna judge you, I just want to know, are you hookin’?
I’m not gonna judge you, I just need to know, are you hookin’ on the side?

And you care about the cash, okay, you give your all to please your customer base,
Lecherous trash, each, with a contemptible look on his face.
When the little one is born, you say, I’ll be the dad but I ain’t certain at all,
Legions will form, breach that warm impregnable uterine wall.

I’m not gonna judge you, I just want to know, are you hookin’?
I’m not gonna judge you, I just need to know, are you hookin’ on the side?

I hear you on the phone and it sounds like you're talking in code,
Jibber jab, purse grab, out the door, on the road.

Now you're calling it couture, you'll run, away to Paris for a modelling show,
Bouffant coiffure, suit, with an ebullient bustier bow.
And I'm watching while you pack, have fun, I know it's silly asking what could go wrong,
Scanty soft black, cute, v-back extravagant mousseline thong.

I’m not gonna judge you, I just want to know, are you hookin’?
I’m not gonna judge you, I just need to know, are you hookin’ on the side?

I’m not going to judge you, I just want to know, are you hooking?
Are you hooking on the side?