Erotic PoetryCash for your TrashWatch me dance
'round poles of brass
in heels as tall as trees
Slip me some cash
I'll shake my ass
you don't need to say please
I'll tease and flirt
and lift my skirt
and suck your wallet dry
Go forth and sin
come back again
give me another try
You never know
I just might go
right home with you tonite
I think you'll find
your wife won't mind
she works here Friday nights!
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