now, i'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret,
somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name.
as she sheds her skin on stage.
i'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's pa.
the strip joint veteran sits two away,
smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri.
isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
i'm exactly where you'd like me.
you know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
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but i'm afraid that i,
well, i may have faked it.
i wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
well i'm afraid that i,
that's right.
well i may have faked it.
i wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
i'm exactly where you'd like me.
you know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
[repeat x2]
but i'm afraid that i,
well, i may have faked it.
i wouldn't be caught dead in this place.
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