by Jeph Johnson
She turns on everyone making those moves
Yes everyone is so turned on by her groove
Playful and alluring she twerks her behind
Helping him imagine he's one of her kind:
The kinda man whose hands for the most part behave
So every night after work he goes to her stage
Emptying his wallet in attempts to get laid
Eventually this fool-hearted fantasy fades
He realizes the cold hard truth is the same
For his sexual affection she needs to be paid
Because everyone is so turned on in the room
She must turn on everyone making this move