I’ve never been a pole dancer before,
my god did I feel like a slutty ole whore.
I’ll move in ways that you’ll never forget
there’s nothing like metal to get me all wet.
No man can boast of an eight foot shhlong,
slide down my pole, you can’t go wrong.
There’s a requirement to get out my tits
by teasing you senseless, you’ll go into fits.
This club has plenty like me in stock,
would you like a lap dance? I’ll rub on your cock.
When you have come, and get all wet and sticky
am I paid extra for cleaning your mickey?
Here I go, waving my arse in your face
you breathe on my cheeks as I peel off the lace.
They called for the pole dance on stage that I missed,
while I was taking the cash from your fist.
When I go up there, I do it for free
dancing round poles is an advert you see.
The club’s way of forcing me to take chances
on getting the money from these private dances.
The bouncer is useless at the door
he’s paid to protect me, but what for?
He turns a blind eye to the ‘no touching’ rule,
this club is turning me into a fool.
Each girl has paid to get into this club
she only makes money from giving a rub.
There is a pressure to do much more
which girl can be the dirtiest whore?
There’s no point in morals or not doing sin,
I’ll go home with no cash, so I cannot win.
No man will choose to pay me for nothing
if he can give my colleague a stuffing.
Fierce competition is making me poor
life is hard for a cash stricken whore.
Oh, give me that twenty, I owe this club more
I do the first dances for free, it’s a chore.
I cannot make money till their fee is paid,
by the end of my shift, I feel like an old maid.
Another girl came in, so we have to share
there is no privacy, she didn’t care.
She tried to outdo me by grabbing his dick
she’s down on her knees, doing her best trick.
If she’s more popular with all the men
they’ll give her money, time and again.
‘If I give you ten, will you strip off your knickers
and dance in my face, as my tongue flickers?
I promise I’m good, and surely you’ll come
if you prefer, I’ll do you up the bum’.
Do you have Vaseline? She’s got it there
no, she won’t lend it, she gives me a glare.
You ask if it counts as a sexual encounter,
if she bent over and he didn’t mount her.
Afterwards, one of our girls got attacked
outside the club, protection she lacked.
A freelance dancer just isn’t covered
by club regulations, so she’s buggered.
They argued that ‘She’s not our employee’
yet each night she dances, mostly for free.
Paying a high price in more ways than one
she was in debt to them, and couldn’t run.
The underworld has fingers in many pies,
trafficking and drugs, they’re under disguise.
A club has a license, the same as a shop
what happens inside, makes your eyes pop.
So now they are pushing to change the name
to a ‘sexual encounter’ place, it’s not a game.
It was far too easy to open up clubs
as if it were just like our local pubs.
How are they different to many street pimps?
Except they pay taxes, and don’t give us limps.
Of course, they don’t have to, they know where we live
we have to continue, more dances we’ll give.
A front for a brothel is more like the truth
if you knew everything, you’d hit the roof.
Who are you kidding, I’m not into you
what am I putting myself through?
The power of money is really a curse
made into a prostitute, filling my purse.
