I once knew a stripper named Chase.
She had butterfly wings tattooed on her ace.
She could flat work that pole at a certain Jax watering hole,
And would make those wings flutter in my face.
There once was a sweet butterfly named Abigail.
Who was cheaper than the old Rexall one cent sale.
I threw her a suggestive bone,
if she'd consider me a loan.
She laughed, and told me to go to h@ll.