Stuck in the North Pole
I was grinding on a stripper pole
After my show I fell down a hole
This is my story
It's not as gory
Like Saint Nick
In his past he was a prick
Killed people with bricks
But I needed to make money
So I got on stage to show off my honey
Bounce on the pole like a bunny
All men I use to thought were dummies
Made them wrap money around me like a mummy
Each and every day was the same thing
Finally got money for bling
Stuck in the North Pole
Grinding on a stripper pole
After the show I fell down a hole
When I couldn't pay
They sent Saint Nick that day
I was supposed to be thrown in hay
When he got me
He killed me
I found myself deep in a hole
I awoke to a magic show
Elves came to say
We need you to become Mrs. Clause
I didn't hesitate with no pause
I accepted the job
Stuck in the North Pole
Grinding on a stripper pole
After the show I fell down a hole