She looked at me seductively beneath lengthened lashes and new deceptions
I understood the destructive power the starts that guide me called desire
It wasn’t for the silicone beneath her breast I wanted her
Or her glittered face
Or even the way she moved against me
With her less than private place
Yeah I fell for a stripper
But it isn’t what you think
Even when she told me that it was money that got her off
Even when she told me that she was way too old for me
Even when she told me that I didn’t have a chance
I still wanted to taste that candied apple
Hold it close to me

Under the streetlights the toxic night the middle of june infected me
She was a perfect cardboard cut-out of what pornographers call beauty
But that’s not what I saw
When she told me about her life
And how powerful she could be
Yeah I fell for a stripper
But it isn’t what you think
Even when she told me that she was still recovering from the night before
Even when she told me that it would cost me more than I had on me
Even when she told me that I was a drunk and she was a whore
I paid for a candied apple
And it broke me in three