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