Watsky - At The Strip Club lyrics

She's a true cutie bu*t makes me cry I call it a boo-hooty Got a dude weak in the knees When she set sail two cheeks to the breeze She gets low, reverse vertical Rump in descent like a jet at a terminal She drop it to the floor like a kindergartener's shorts when he's pissing at a urinal It's okay to brag You're on a pole sideways like a waving flag And I salute that hustle The glutes and back muscle No lie your core strength is ill and you're getting it Sweating for your med school bills But on the real I got dragged along And at the strip club is where I don't belong Shes grinds that pole I shed a tear (drop it) I don't know why the hell I'm here (booty) I'm at the Spearmint Rhino Japanese business men smelly as whinos And I'm not too keen Been a couple times and it's not my scene No doubt I like to go out Toast with the bros where a bro can bro out I don't need nipples like hard rubies With big old scars underneath her large b**bies I knew we should have gone to cheesecake Here we're either perverts or some got damn cheapskates She stripped and I paid her Not tipping her is like not tipping a waiter (it's rude) So I'm tossing crumpled up ones For an extra jiggle of those bubble bu*t buns But even if I had cash it's unlikely That I'd spend it getting women to pretend to like me [Hook]