dancer in Dallas…

she was wild…couldn’t break her…just kept buckin’ the whole time…legs would almost ‘come unhinged…tell her to stop…whoa…whoa…wouldn’t listen…had to do things her way…crazed…out of her mind…

one night she went really nuts…never could get enough to drink…was never finished…had three or four tequilas right inna row…backed with Dos Equis…dark kind…kept sayin’…,more…more…more…,she was onna mission…she was always onna mission…

and she went ’bout flirtin’ with every man in the place…grabbin’ ’em…kissin’…bein’ real inappropriate…old men and young boys couldn’t get enough of her…

started dancin’ on top of the bar…liftin’ her dress real high…showin’ just enough to be indecent…didn’t care…that was her job…money thrown at her…placed inna garter…

then she’d do this real provocative floor show up on stage…rollin’ ’round on this thick shag blanket to some Bob Seger song…Down On Main Street…while que balls cracked eights and thirteens in the back room…almost as if she was makin’ love…to someone…to someone…

wrapped herself ’round a pole couple of times…no whoopin’ and hollerin’…men would just watch…fantasizin’ ’bout takin’ her home that night…thinkin’ ’bout them long legs wrapped ’round ’em…all they could do was dream…

that’s all anyone does here…dream…just dream…

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