I see you work at night,
Are you sexually amused?
What's it like to have a room of guys
Encircling you?
How she moves, 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 reinflate 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?