Men come to see you
Strut your stuff,
As you dance for them
In the buff.

Up on the stage
You dance and tease,
One look at you
And they are pleased.

They see your breast
Your curves and thighs,
Their minds go crazy
As they fantasize.

You set their hearts
And loins afire,
With wanton lust
And blatant desire.

But how do they ever learn
That you're more than they can see,
That you've always been a lady ...
At least you have to me.