You remind me of,
A stripper I met.
Her name was yvette.
She was ace.
There was a time,
You danced for a dime.
For a time you were mine.
For one song.
It was ace.
With her arse hole in my face.
Money gone all over the place.
You can tell by the look on my face.
It was ace.
Tits and ass.
I can tell by the way,
You took off your dress.
I knew you'd say yes.
To some cash.
You are cuter,
Than an Amsterdam whore.
But you cost much more.
For much less.