Amongst the glamour of lights and with beats of sensual music I shake my hips, breasts and buttock leaning against pole to quench... men's lecherous eyes and their lust for my dead flesh. And to... quench hunger' hunger of my belly and of my offspring's.
I pray' pray' pray to you, Oh Lord! Let me drink ambrosia so that, I can attract those spooky eyes' and yes' Oh Lord! Shower me clothes so that' I can strip' I can strip.
