That Gucci dress, that Prada bra

I wanna see, your ta ta tah





She stayed away from stages - told her friends they was brainless

Maintained it - and stayed a waittress

Grew tired of makin minimum wages

Decided to take her clothes off to get famous

Well that didn't work out, she ended up on - stages

Collectin - wages, dancin - naked for strangers

Lesson on pages - that's where I come in and the story really begins

Don't want to ruin the ending - before she wins

It started out on the let's be friends tip

A 20, a 50, anything under a Ben tip

She's sittin on your lap - you're shootin the shit, you're catchin the breeze

Leanin forward, and ready to leave

She stops and drops and rubs on your knees

Whispers in your ear "Hey boy - come follow me" - ohhh

You wanna go, yet you would agree

Little do you know, this chick's got tricks up her sleeve









Your wallet's tellin you you outta cash

She's tellin you they got an ATM stashed somewhere in the back

She bends down, showin you the asscrack

Looks back, "Ohh ahh boy you know you wanna slap that"

You agree fast, PIN number, cash fast

The relationship between you and your money doesn't last

Too long, pull out three hundred and pass it along

Pay for song.. now she's in a thong

"Ooh boy you be a gentleman, hands under the seat"

"And if you be a good boy I might give you a treat"

Now she leans in and she's bein discrete

"For three hundred more I guarantee you cum in your seat" - whoa

Well gee that sounds neat, but kinda messy

She covered my mouth and started to undress me

With that look in her eyes, she parted her thighs, and grinded on my jeans

Damn I hate jeans, why the hell did I wear jeans!









Ahhh, she's screamin out in ecstasy

And now her left breast sittin right next to me and

She reaches down and she grabs Steve-o

Gives it a heave-ho, and now she's makin Steve go and me moan

"I know you like it slow, I know you want more"

It's back to the ATM and pull out 4

Back in the booth, she's naked grindin, grabbin on the rails

DJ's playin "funk you like an animal" by Nine Inch Nails

"You wanna touch it" uhh, you grab her breast

She grabs D, you scream, she screams AHH!

"You fuckin pervert, you better leave"

You say what the fuck you mean!

"This ain't no dream, I'm callin Chi Chi"

The bouncer's rushin in sayin "What's goin on man"

You reply, "I don't know, I paid for the song man!"

"You got it wrong, what you need to do is move the fuck on"

And like that she's gone, and so is your money

Hope you learned this lesson from me

Don't be a strip club dummy~!











Strip clubs are evil, wait for the sequel