I hear the music and my heart starts to pound,
The urge to get up on the bar, twist my hips,
Slide down to the ground, take a long hard swig,
Run my fingers through my long hair,
Spin around, have you watching me,
And dip down low I go again.
The good little girl, dancing up on bar,
Her mid-drift showing, the swells way up high,
Pants so tight, eyelashes thick and the red lipstick applied,
No one would believe it was me up here, no one knows,
I dance and give them all the best of a show.
The amber liquid going down my throat,
As the bottle slides down my torso,
Hair wild back and forth, arms and legs,
Length is all you see,
As the good little girl is lost to the music.