Skimpy bikinis and bear skin. It's always good to see them out again. Cabin fever, grey skies. Six months of winter finally waved goodbye. Sometimes this world seems cold as ice.
I was watching the news tonight. Anchorman said there was a fight. And a young man died from his wounds. They showed pictures of the battle. . And I almost turned the channel.
I was visiting Atlanta when I met this strip dancer. Now love was the question and shorty was the answer. She was dancing on the stage in her lingerie.
Oh No. . Yeaaah. Ooooh. . Cuz the boys look so good. But their minds are not ready (Oh No). I know their young but. I need a man not a grown boy (Noo).
Oh come sit down and give me your word. That I'll be a man someday and I'll hurt. These children around me this boy that I am. It's up here for thinkin' and down there for dancin'.