A red kimono br Red pearled lips br White painted skin br A Geisha is a midst br br A smile to charm br Her body so thin br Struts so professional br A Geisha is a midst br br She smells like blossoms br Of the purest br Blossomed Sakura trees br br Her Kimono shines br Its silk, br So rich br She must be wealthy br br Her face is defined beauty br Which melts the men of power br Who reserve her br Like a toy br Sitting at on a shelf br Behind the window br For sale br At the street store br br Wait she does br Behind the house bars br Until the next man reserves br Freedoms at call br br Again she prepares br For her night to shine br br First is the dress br They squeeze her in br Then is the make-up br That covers her skin br br Don't forget geisha dear br Expose your back br Make the man feel br Like 1000 grand br br Make him realize br Why he chose right br br Make yourself greater br Like a god br In the land of the sun br br She walks out the front door br Her Odd sandals clank br Again the wagons step br br Her freedom begins br br And like the day before br She re-runs the course br br Her freedom is here br It may seem surreal br But a geisha life is br Depressing br Despite it br She hides her tears br br A Geisha is a tool br Where a man will step br To the masters door br And pay to have his little fun br Even for a one-night run br br Poor Geisha, br She weeps br At night all alone br When will her freedom meet her? br Even she isn't doesn't know.