Black lights crowd the walls and mirrors behind my back
Silver poles to my left and right, tempting me to play
Crowds of men, young and old staring with puppy eyes
At this body being put on private display.
Shoes that make it impossible to walk on
But they make it much easier to jump
Higher on the fancy poles of erotica
and make the men more hasty to hump.
Pasties that cover my small radiant n*****s
G-strings that hide my delicate prize
The men are all screwing me with their eyes
Working from my breasts to my illuminating thighs.
My body shimmers around my silver dance partner
Doing tricks that make the men whistle and holler
Even though I sometimes feel like a circus animal
I think it's all worth the trouble for the dollars.
At the end of my few songs I collect my load
As i crawl around the dirty bar counter
Men tell me how beautiful I am
And then turn to their friends and say "Man I would mount her."
I return to the dressing room where other girls change
And talk about all their issues and bothers
I take a secound to look in the mirror and think
"Where would we be if we had our fathers?"