I see their hands
Grabbing at the stage
And at my ankles
Their needy and beady eyes
Following my skimpy silhouette
As I twirl around the pole.
I cry at night
When they come in
For $100 worth of fun.
Rent isn't paid
And my boyfriend finally left me
For a richer class.
I wear my mask of makeup
And put on my smile,
Wipe my nose clear of dust
And head back onto the stage
With my ******* heels on.