There's a dancer on the deck
Looking out upon the wreck
There's a wreck
Buried a thousand leagues
Beneath the sea
And this dancer wears no clothes
Last night she struck a pose
This morning, it's hitting hard
But she can't feel it
The club in which she works
Is run by pimps and jerks
Still she says
"It's an honest living"
She can't mean that
I met her when I was young
Haven't talked in oh so long
But this morning, it's hitting hard
And I still feel her
Oh Miranda, Diamond, or Lacey
With a name cla**y or trashy
I don't care
It's all the same to me
Nothing's static
So if this day, you should choose
To forget your pain and how to lose
It was real, I can tell you that
Can you still feel it?
Say you still feel it
There's a dancer on the deck
Looking out upon the wreck
There's a girl
Buried a thousand leagues
Beneath the sea