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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, 






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." 






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. 






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. 






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. 






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. 






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. 






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." 






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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