Stripper story

by shaka onuora spagnoletti   Jun 2, 2007


There she goes in those heels so high
dancing for men that ask why
why do you take your garments off for money
yet funny they are there to enjoy her honey

There she goes smiling with no care in the world
some ask if she has any other options as if hers is the worst
Putting smiles on faces she pleads, is not a curse

There she goes getting so close
Yet no one knows that her job, the one she chose
puts her so close
yet so far from others as they judge
and ask disgracefully "so what is your sad story?"

Yet she puts here heels on
and paints that adorable smile across her face
waiting to untie the lace
hugging her bosom contrary the act makes hard for her to say
Yes I am a dancer a stripper if you pay
so judge not my character from the fact that my act
involves me stripping my clothes
just remember, I did not strip my sole

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