Worked Up So Sexual

I see you work at night and are you sexually amused?
 What's it like to have a room of guys encircling you?
 How she moves and how she walks
 They all patiently await
 While the heat from in their pockets
 Could burn marks into their legs
 Without your needs and your support
 She'd have a job the same as ours; nothing daring
 Would she miss a job that's sexual?
 In every city there are dozens
 Of these clubs where men can go
 Some people need a little challenge
 To their fantasies at home
 There's a little tiny number on a fold of matches
 The ink drips from a little dancer's pen
 Everybody wants that fold of matches
 To re-inflate their confidence
 Hey, it is a job, it pays a lot
 Is it disservicing someone?
 And is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?
 Older dancers gag at what new talent seems to mean
 Smaller tits and younger limbs can cause a fit of rivalry
 But it is a job, it pays a lot
 Is it disservicing someone?
 And is it good to get these men worked up so sexual?