She'll tuck crinkled up George faces
From the men for lustful games
Shows 'em peekaboo places,
Like a furnace fans flames
She's a fill in for that someone
Whom they lust for, dare not call
And between hot puffs of breathin'
She pretends to do it all...

She's a dollar dancer
Their time capsuled honey
She'll make 'em turn red when they're blue
Sexy dollar dancer
Like Hugh's Playboy Bunny,
She shows 'em what money can do

A job she works for sinful dollars
'Cause she's a single mom, with kids
Lost her husband in a car crash,
And support dough only comes from this
Sweaty eyes reflect dim traces,
Of old heartaches drunks retain
Fantasies, their minds download
From her hot lap top games..

She's a dollar dancer
A substitute honey
Spinning dreams for crotch needy crews
Just a dollar dancer
Who entertains low heels
In her high heeled stiletto shoes

She's a dollar dancer
A future not sunny
Now, body and looks get her through
Twerk it, dollar dancer,
Laugh at jokes, unfunny,
Hide inside, the tears, you subdue

Dances for dollars,
And for those extra tips, read her lips, they'll thank you
Fact'ry workers, and fine scholars..
Some in old clothes, some in new
There's young studs, old men, too..

Shake it, dollar dancer
Just keep the mood sunny,
And make 'em turn red when they're blue
Be their privates dancer
Like Hugh's Playboy Bunny
And show 'em what money can do

She's their dollar dancer
That substitute honey
Spinning dreams for crotch needy crews
Buxom dollar dancer
Who entertains low heels
In her high heeled stiletto shoes