I see you work at night and are you sexually amused? What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you? How she moves and how she walks They all patiently await While the heat from in their pockets Could burn marks into their legs Without your needs and your support She'd have a job the same as ours; nothing daring Would she miss a job that's sexual?
In every city there are dozens Of these clubs where men can go Some people need a little challenge To their fantasies at home There's a little tiny number on a fold of matches The ink drips from a little dancer's pen Everybody wants that fold of matches To re-inflate their confidence Hey, it is a job, it pays a lot Is it disservicing someone? And is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?
Older dancers gag at what new talent seems to mean Smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry But it is a job, it pays a lot Is it disservicing someone? And is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
