She entered stage with no applause

No heads were turned as she performed

Her fists were clenched down by her side

Jokes were told, people roared

A song was heard, but well ignored

I lifted her and tried to hide

Sweat was dripping from her nose

Some old men shouted, "Take off your clothes!"

Her smile was forced for everyone

Expensive women were pulling men

Emptying pockets and empty heads

I drank alone but shared the fun

She lifted her skirt up in her hands

And every eye on every man

Sparkled light a hungry man

Her foot was resting on a stool

Her movements made the old men drool

And so, she made a few more friends

Upon the stage she threw her blouse

Her nylons flew into the crowd

Her dark hair hung across her face

Hands reached out, things got rough

She sang no more, her song of love

She felt abused and lost the taste

And Trixie appeared in his evening dress

Always trying to look his best

Looked his way and started to sing