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First Class Broke
She touches the pole
and begins her dance..
All eyes, blazing, on her
watching her performance..
What a big shame she's going to make.
Her lips never laugh but smile,
and her heart frightens
as the crowd tightens.
Skimpy, bold, clingy, inviting,
cheap, flaming, dirty, rowdy.
She moves to live,
She lives to die.
She's being ripped all night
from bottom to top.
Never loved herself,
Adores no one,
But papers with faces thrown to her nakedness.
If she walks out that door with a man,
She's making her happy
and will not leave him unsatisfied.
Yesterday, today until tomorrow,
there will never be a beautiful day to follow.