Analysis of Stripper

She was taking souls
Ascending down that pole
Having wallets
Coming outa pockets
Making you think
Anything but logic
All I saw was fishnet
Jump on top of me
I could feel she’s wet
Grinded on my jeans
Tried not to cream
Baddest bitch i’ve ever seen
Killer green eyes
Shaved between the thighs
She whispered in my ear
If I like a surprise
She then took my hand
To the back room
A makeout session
Was now in bloom
She swore it wasn’t
Just to be nice,
But that I was just her type
Bald and buff
With a little scruff
Making out she
Couldn’t get enough
Afterwards I went to pay
But she told me
To put it away
And wanted to see me
On another day
Then wrote her number
On my hand
Said she didn’t have a man
And let’s make some plans
And kissed me on the hand