Daddy and the Pole Daddy and the pole (part 2 of the "Stripper for Jesus" series) (Creating a stripper for Jesus...) Daddy's gone in dirt and dust. I've made myself in this life of lust. (Ummm.) I dance for the money, for the fun and the love. I come alive inside and I can never get enough. Well his memory still haunts my every step. His whip and his abuse and his most painful neglect. But what he really gave me was the need to abuse Another man to hump out all my daddy issues. On the pole – I own Just sixteen he flung me out all alone, Claimed the lord above and had said that now he should disown: His demon daughter, devil kin, (and) shame upon his soul. So I begged and stole and sold myself until I found a home. And slowly, step by step by step by step I learned to dance, Yes, I learned to swing and pirouette and fly at just a glance And soon I found my way up to this heavenly place, Where I get all the love I'll ever need tattooed on every face. On the pole – I own Therapy is living it with me in full control. On the pole – I own (Creating a stripper for Jesus...) Well I know it's hard for you good folk to truly understand, But on the pole I've exorcised the cruelty of the man. And slowly, slowly, dance by dance I've come into my own, So every night I burn with heat to do another show. And every night I scan the crowd until I find my mark. A casual glance a little flirt and then the true game starts. I'll take him home for my own use to give me what I need, And demand he treats me with respect and makes me scream and scream. On the pole – I own (Creating a stripper for Jesus...)
