a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is crying þarký sözü

i was lonelier than kunta kinte at a merle haggard concert
that night i strolled on into uncle limpy´s hump palace lookin´ for love.
it had been a while.
in fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went
since that midnight run haulin´ hog to shakey town on i-10.
i had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin´ gallons
through a pair of daisy duke cut-offs and one of those fruit of the loom tank-tops.
well, that night i lost myself to ruby red lips,
milky white skin and baby blue eyes.
name was russell.

yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
well i find it´s quite a thrill
when she grinds me against her will
yes a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´

well, faster than you can say, "shallow grave",
this pretty little thing come up to me and starts kneadin´ my balls
like hard-boiled eggs in a tube sock.
said her name was bambi and i said, "well that´s a coincidence darlin´,
?cause i was just thinkin´ about skinnin´ you like a deer."
well she smiled, had about as much teeth as a jack-o-lantern,
and i went on to tell her how i would wear her face like a mask
as i do my little kooky dance.
and then she told me to shush.
i guess she could sense my desperation.
?course, it´s hard to hide a hard-on when you´re dressed like minnie pearl.

yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
well i find it´s quite a thrill
when she grinds me against her will
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´

so, bambi´s goin´ on about how she can make all my fantasies come true.
so i says, "even this one i have where jesus christ
is jackhammering mickey mouse in the doo-doo hole
with a lawn dart as garth brooks gives birth to something
resembling a cheddar cheese log with almonds on santa claus´s tummy-tum?"
well, ten beers, twenty minutes and thirty dollars later
i´m parkin´ the beef bus in tuna town if you know what i mean.
got to nail her back at her trailer.
heh. that rhymes.
i have to admit it was even more of a turn-on
when i found out she was doin´ me to buy baby formula.

yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
well i find it´s quite a thrill
when she grinds me against her will
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´

day or so had passed when i popped the clutch,
gave the tranny a spin and slid on into
the stinky pinky gulp n´ guzzle big rig snooze-a-stop.
there i was browsin´ through the latest issue of "throb",
when i saw bambi starin´ at me from the back of a milk carton.
well, my heart just dropped.
so, i decided to do what any good christian would.
you can not imagine how difficult it is to hold a half gallon of moo juice
and polish the one-eyed gopher when your doin´ seventy-five
in an eighteen-wheeler.
i never thought missing children could be so sexy.
did i say that out loud?

yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´
well i find it´s quite a thrill
when she grinds me against her will
yes, a lap dance is so much better when the stripper is cryin´