Strut your stuff, show your style,
Twirl and turn and flash a smile
Swing your body 'round the pole
Hide the hurt that's in your soul
Show them all what they desire
You know the crowd will never tire
Twist your jacket in the air
Throw it down onto the chair
Strip the layers one by one
Do a dance and then you're done
Then as you walk off the stage
All your shame turns into rage
"Sickos and disgusting freaks"
They will all be back next week
They don't know you hate your job
Afterwards you hide and sob
You want to be so much more
Now you're just another whore
Of course you really want to leave
But what about your history?
All them men would know your past
A new career will never last
You'll be forced to come right back
And earn the money that you lack
But there's one way you can escape
On your wrist a knife does scrape
Slowly all the blood flows out
This road is the only route
Hours pass before you're found
Lying dead upon the
ground
It looks like there was a flood
The room is covered in your blood.