Soul Of A Stripper
She knocks down a couple drinks
And looses herself on the pole
The way she looks, she's lost her soul
In her mind, she's the best
She put all the other girls to the test
Neither one of them had the time
To think in their minds, jealous minds
That this woman does not belong here
But yet, she still smiled through all her tears
I was that woman
That was my world
I'd shake a dance and twirl
Oh God, it made me want to hurl
But I did it, and got fitted
Going up and down that pole
And I should have known
That I was better
Than that of those girls
I didn't have to be there and promote my body
But the thing is, you think to yourself
That you do it for one thing and one thing only
But without that one thing,
Your soul and your world is lonely
And you are nothing
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