Landlady/Maya

LANDLADY 
Well, looky here.  Two at once.  I dunno what's wrong with you kids these days, you ain't got no shame at all!  The two a you at once! (to Baal) And you!  Listen, you, I run a decent place here, and you're not gonna... (Baal rolls over, face to the wall) 
HEY!  LISTEN TO ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!  What the hell you think you're doing in here alla time?? 

BAAL 
They flock to me like birds.  They flutter into my grove like swans... 

LANDLADY 
Listen to that!  You could be a poet, you know that?  If you don't rot in your own filth first. 

BAAL 
I have already rotted, in this filth of white bodies. 

LANDLADY 
Listen to that!  You are a poet.  You ain't good for nothing else, that's for sure. 
(to the sisters) ...And you two, who're you?  Sisters, I suppose?  Yeah. Poor little things.  Maybe you need a good thrashing. On them white bodies. (Baal laughs) What're you laughing at?  Listen, I'm kicking you outta here, you got one week.  I ain't gonna have no whorehouse in my house. (to the sisters) All right now, get going, come on, home to Mama, go on.

MAYA 
(sings) 
Rockabye baby, there in your bunk 
While the wind blows, and we all get drunk...  
When the storm breaks, the rain it will fall 
But we don't care do we, hey! drinks for all...