She had always loved to dance
Started hitting the clubs when she was still in High School
Using her oldest sister's drivers license to get in
She'd get on the floor and fall into a trance
She wasn't there to drink she just wanted to dance
By the time she was twenty-one she had
Four years of clubbing behind her
She never went to clubs to dance anymore
Raising a five-year old (deadbeat dad)
Miscarried another in June last year (secretly glad)
Nowadays her dancing was confined to a stage with a pole
She had rent and bills and a kid
And a little problem with meth that she couldn't shake
She remembers her first night working in that hellhole
She remembers well the night she sold her soul
The drunken men who thought their comments were funny
The young men who spent their paychecks buying her cola
Married men whose wive's no longer paid them attention
The hideous club manager who always called her Honey
She no longer cared as long as she got her money
In those early days she could take home $5,000 a week
Back when her body had contours and her skin was smooth
Now she works an early shift with fewer regulars anymore
Her face ravaged by the scratching when she would tweak
Only twenty-four and well past her peak
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