The Gallow's Pole Dancer - Swashbuckle

Dangerous curves invade the night

Tobacco stains the air, and we take flight

To a gallow’s pole with an addition

Hail buccaneers with free admission

Naked treasure, booze, and pleasure

Awaits us all, takes drastic measure

Brand our wrists with blackened ink

Let’s run this bar right out of drinks

Hair to the floor, heels to the sky

Sling the bling to caress her thighs

Lust runs high, then dry

The scent of sweet aromas

Gallow’s pole dancers

Take on false personas

When clothes come off

We’ll gorge our eyes

Gallow’s pole dancers

Weave a web of lies

Set 'em up, she’ll be knockin' 'em down

With those suicide eyes in midnight gowns

Burning holes right through our slacks

Till we shell out coin to get them in the sack

We’ve got the rhythm in our hands

Cast the dues, now bend to our demands

Corsets are falling, g-strings go flying

She might be the only thing worth buying

A top dollar tariff nets your worth

Sensual spirits bolster ceaseless mirth

The meaning of rings gets lost

The sexiest sights come at a cost

Gifts to gratify our senses

Perfection shallowed by expenses