Stripper - Alcatrazz

A dark and crowded room

Warm beer that’s stale

Nobody seems to care, there’s more for sale

She walks on stage

Strokes her hips, shakes her mane

Her sweet cheap perfume, reminds them that she’s why they came

Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul

Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole

Assembled in Mexico, dark Spanish eyes

She’ll tell you where to go, if you get wise

She’s your fantasy, but she won’t go too far

Oh she has to be, in league with the guy at the bar

Oh she’s the stripper, she’ll strip your soul

Ooh she’s the stripper, she’ll eat you whole