What ya want from me, ya wanna see my kitty?
Did you wanna pay in cash to tell me I look pretty?
And if I do a dance while I'm sittin on your lap
Do you care if I think you're just one more heartless, lonesome sap?

If you really want to know, I do it for the money
But no matter how big the bill, you'll never taste my honey
I'll only give you what I want, so don't bother to even ask
I will never let you see the tears beneath this kitty mask

I've got a job to do and lots of bills at home to pay
And I won't come home with you no matter what you say
So look at me, desire me, then go home and please yourself
But before you go out the door, don't forget to share the wealth

03/16/2001

Author's Note: Written for Fawnia Mondey, a former professional exotic dancer and now fitness guru, after interviewing her about exotic dancing. I had put an ad on my website, asking to interview a stripper after a friend suggested I had been too hard on the subject of my poem "Expose Yourself", who was a mutual friend of us both. I received an e-mail from Fawnia, who told me that someone she knows found my site interesting and recommended she check it out. So I asked her if she would mind doing an interview with me about exotic dancing so that I could better understand the profession from the strippers point of view. I also wanted to write a poem based on the interview from her perspective. The interview went so well I wound up writing two separate poems based on the beginning and ending of her career as an exotic dancer. The other poem is titled "In The Sky There Is No Limit" JJ

Posted on 10/30/2005
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