Jack the Ripper

A dark and crowded room Warm beer that's stale Nobody seems to care, there's more for sale She walks on the stage Strokes her hips, shakes her mane Her sweet cheap perfume, reminds them that She's why they came. Oh she's the stripper, she'll strip your soul Oh she's the stripper, she'll eat you whole. Assembled in Mexico, dark Spanish eyes, She'll tell you where to go, if you get wise She's your fantasy, but she won't go too far Oh she has to be, in league with the guy at the bar