The burlesque show.

A stripper dancing on tables
In the last chance salon
People drinking to remember
I’ll forget them pretty soon
Heard the one about God walking into a bar
All he came in was for a drink of water
Now he’s confronted by fallen stars

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I sit here surrounded by the faithless
No faith even in themselves
The smell of cheap perfume wafting
Smoke rises in plumes
The heady intoxication
These broken dreams won’t fix themselves

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They trade in their boyfriends
Like food on supermarket shelves
I sit and listen to her life story
A tale of so full of woe

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What Would Dickens think if he could                                                                                                                                                                             see this place for himself.