Walking onto the stage
Used to the pain
I have a boyfriend
And I know the game
Wonder who's watching
So I look around
Nothing but womanizers
For some reason my breathing seems loud
It wasn't easy at first
To take off my clothes for money
God gave me this gift
So why does it feel so numbing?
I wind around this pole
And move seductively
Making eye contact
For a little bit of money
It seems degrading
So I move to the mirror
I watch myself dance
Oh, how I hate being here
I move to a guy standing by the stage
Dance for him a little bit and look into his eyes
Why do they come here?
I wonder if he knows that this is a lie...
