I once knew this girl named Nikki,
I guess you could say she was a sex fiend,
I mean, she was a dancer... well actually a stripper,
And that is to say, to see her naked, you'd have to pay,
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Anyway, one night I was in a devious mood,
Rendezvous with my boys in the club up the street,
"Live... Totally Nude Girls,
Ten Bucks a head,
Eighteen and over, must have ID."
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So there I was sitting in this seedy joint,
Tripping with fear,
Wondering, what would my moms think if she'd ever caught me here.
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Then out comes this girl,
Petite physique, her body was perfect to me, you see?
Then there I was,
Caught in a moment,
I'm looking at her looking at me.
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Can't turn away,
Something is strong I sensed as she danced,
Removing articles of clothing from her body,
But not once removing her eyes off of me.
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And I felt that either she was the greatest dancer in the world,
Or somehow I managed to touch something real,
A connection,
Something pure, something powerful,
A purely powerfully animalistic connection.
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Now let me continue,
I want to get in you,
Well, let me slow down,
See, the show ends and she comes and talks to me,
And of course, I play the shy role,
And she bites and yo, yo, you don't even know the half of it,
She winds up in my crib and sees if I can take a stab at it.
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And we get into this dance and we,
We move together, and we fit like puzzle pieces,
If you know what I mean,
Puzzle pieces in an erotic portrait as it may appear,
And then she whispers in my ear, "Pull my hair."
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And so I do.
And then she says, "Har-Der,
And not at the roots but at the ends because it hurts more."
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