Stripper

A dark and crowded room
Warm beer that’s stale
Nobody seems to care, there’s more for sale
She walks on stage
Strokes her hips, shakes her mane
Her sweet cheap perfume, reminds them that she’s why they came
Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul
Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole
Assembled in Mexico, dark Spanish eyes
She’ll tell you where to go, if you get wise
She’s your fantasy, but she won’t go too far
Oh she has to be, in league with the guy at the bar
Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul
Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole