Soulfully naked
I've exposed my essence
Absent from presence
Taking a good look at my spirit
It cries
And although my hope dies
I wipe my eyes so its not to show
I dance this dance, in order to do what I have to
For me its not exploitation
I was born with only flesh
So I gladly shed the clothes of society
And comfort you in this strip club
So easy how you've misjudged me from my outward appearance
To you I'm in all faults
Yet you sit and stare with a glare
In your eyes that suggest fair foreplay
Or a threesome with some other and me
But you have it all wrong
I only provide the service of a fantasy
And if you want more
I suggest you go home to your wife
Because its not you I fancy its my life
And the money in the wallet of which you sit upon
Flesh abroad so behold
There is not a hole in my heart
Or dignity that needs to be filled
But one in the stomachs of my family
That I've allowed my body to be the attention of mass appeal
