When a stripper named Vanya Varoom
Does her act, the bar gets like a tomb
Though she once wore a g-string
It's stretched to a "t-string"
Because of what grows in her womb
She's clumsy when working the pole
Her boobs, butt and belly are swoll
There's quite a bit moa
To hide 'neath her boa
She earns tips from nary a soul
If you go there to make fun of Vanya
Take care that the bouncer don't ban ya
He owns that strip house
And besides, he's her spouse
So don't let it be said that he ran ya.
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