14 October 2012
You asked for it....
WARNING: Suggestive theme.
She rents out the club on Fridays, And earns money up a pole, In her skimpy servant's outfit, She will dance away your soul.
A tequila on her table, And a master on her chair, With a whip around her muffin, And a dagger in her hair.
She's a masochistic priestess, And she's begging on her knees, Either "hurry up and work it fast," Or "time's up, money, please."
An impatient narcissistic girl, She's ready at a holler, This one, she is top notch in the biz, And good as 10 a dollar.
She's as smooth as melted butter, And seductive as a snake, You can call her Ruby De Vil, As she whips you up a shake.
Ruby De Vil • Opuss № I