As night fell I dressed for work, dawning my fancy apparel. I danced for my friends, giving them what they wanted.
As the night drew on, my skin grew hot and I started to grow weak, but I couldn’t stop.
My friends needed me.
WHO AM I?
As night fell I dressed for work, dawning my fancy apparel. I danced for my friends, giving them what they wanted.
As the night drew on, my skin grew hot and I started to grow weak, but I couldn’t stop.
My friends needed me.
WHO AM I?