As i stand on stage with the silver pole,
Day after day on my life it takes its toll.
All eyes are on me,
When i grip the cold pole, no one can i see.
In my tiny tank and skimpy skirt,
All the guys they do flirt.
The light shines bright,
Swinging around the pole i feel so light.
It's the way to make a living,
Becuase the drunk are so giving!
Every night a different bed,
Every morning asprin for my head!!!
