так долго пыталась уйти, но все равно вернулась обратно.
и странно, я скучала.
и странно, мне не стыдно.

ok i know it was a mistake and i shouldn't have gone away.
he was right again. he can see me through.
i'm back in NYC.
back to this sped up life on a certain chaotic manner that i really enjoy.
the security guys were glad to see me.
the girls... they still hate me.
welcome home, babe.

i ran away.
it was the only way out.
dirty, nasty club somewhere in Queens full of blacks, yak.
i really enjoyed my job though. it's the thing i've been always dreaming of.
i've got enough money for living and moved to Boston.
nice clean city, cute red-haired guys... lol
yeah i like it in here, i miss New York a lot though...
well, let's see what opportunities this place can offer me.

it was a late night when i first met him. i had no friends and no place to go. he took me over to one of the clubs he owned to show what the job would be like.
the next day we went for shopping and bought a tiny dress and high heels.
he said, i didn't have to strip off all my clothes.
he said, i didn't have to.
and he said, he knew i would.
that very first night i made $500.

ok, so let's start...
i'm a New York strip club exotic dancer.
you don't wanna know my real name.
you don't wanna know my real age either.
this is my confession.