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Stripper


As I walk out side it's freezing cold,going to work I must be bold. Driving in the freezing rain,I must be insane.Dancing at the club, chancing six inch heels.Loud music and drunken men,stupid old women that call me a sin.They are tippin inside my mind is flippin.Money to survive,being called Honey,damn I feel alive.A song or costume could make or break me,no Prince charming could take me.
  Skimpy clothes and strappy shoes put me on display,it's worth it for the pay,to make me happy during the day.Eight hours I spend here not one was spent in fear.Then I go home not to a mate,but to my son, my favorite date.Movies and toys called oozies are wear I love spending my time,not listening to drunken men on their dime.
   This cash isn't spent on a stash,it's ment for gummy bears,with stupid stares and drooling glares.Brushing my hair and using Nair, I am a stripper,and I don't care what you think,my life is not set in stone just in ink.  




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