Take a trip to Silicon Valley, but make sure your wallet's packed
Take a holiday in the Bush, but make sure your deck is stacked
Take a ride on Mustang Sally, but your head better be jacked
Her loving ain't in no rush, but your pole better be waxed

'Cos
She's a love pole dancer
She grinds to her own beat
She's got all the answers
Written on her spread sheet
Won't have to romance her
Just a big cat after meat
She's a love pole dancer
Pounding the love pole beat

High heeled shoes and fishnet 'hose, a bare laid siren of need
Peephole bra and painted lips, a sight to make sore eyes bleed
Raunchy dance, audacious shows, Sapphic design to fuel your greed
Pumping thighs and grinding hips, want to make you lose your seed

'Cos
She's a love pole dancer
She'll ride your midnight train
Such a lust enhancer
Drive you in the fast lane
You won't have to chance her
She won't be a major feat
'Cos she's a love pole dancer
Pounding the love pole beat

She's the idol on your poster
You can ride her rollercoaster
Put your crumpet in her toaster
Get a friend and then spit-roast her
You can make the most of
The sins she's got a host of

'Cos
She's a love pole dancer
She's driven by her lust
She'll be your master
She'll tell you when to thrust
Her love's like cancer
It'll leave you feeling weak
She's a love pole dancer
Pounding the love pole beat.

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