Now, I'm of consenting age, to be forgetting you in a cabaret,
Somewhere downtown where a burlesque queen may even ask my name.
As she sheds her skin on stage.
I'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's PA.
The strip joint veteran sits two away,
Smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri.

Refrain:
Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me.
You know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me.
You know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.

But, but I'm afraid that I,
Well, I may have faked it.
And I wouldn't be caught dead-dead-dead in this place.

Well I'm afraid that I,
Well that's right.
Well I may have faked it.
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.

Refrain

Well I'm afraid that I,
Well, I may have faked it.
And I wouldn't be caught dead-dead-dead in this place.
Well I'm afraid that I,
Well that's right.
Well I may have faked it.
And I wouldn't be caught dead in this place.

Isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me.
You know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.

Oh, isn't this exactly where you'd like me?
I'm exactly where you'd like me.
You know, praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.
Praying for love and paying in naivety
Praying for love and paying in naivety