Cabaret princess
walks in slowly
her work night
about to begin
a hundred
groping men
She holds her breath
fumes from the exhaust
steel mill
staring in the night
looking for the tired
searching out the lost
One more year
and she'll go college
at least that's what she
tells herself
as her baby sleeps soundly at home
under a homey collage
She's the star of the night
business men and laborers
gather to see her
naked and writhing
in the neon stage light
3 shots of whiskey
to forget the haunting past
of a groping daddy
that made her the starring cast
she makes excuses for him
and all the men
they can't help it
& quite honestly
she's happy to be paid
for her nightly sin
She knows how to get the juices flowing
1 small tug
and her perfect breast
is perky & showing
Sliding on a pole
slithering down languidly
into a deep, dark hole
End of the stage
a green-dollar sage
He's waving her madly
she takes the money
into her red, pouting lips
they fail to notice
her distant eyes
staring in the distance sadly
Some nights
a lucky stud
will be the chosen member
to be taken in her secret back room
his pants and work boots
falling with a thud
She'll make him forget about
his tiring day
of digging in the mud
he'll thrust past her parting lips
for that sinful kiss
he wanted so much
it's why he'll come
her naked touch
he'll pay the high price
and she'll smile slyly
after the groping clutch
At the end of the night
she'll drive far from the
depressing sight
count her money
continue the dirty fight
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