She goes by the nickname peyote,nHer real name is IrisnAppearance doesn't matter so im not gonna describe itnShe was a dancer down at edit this portionnI cant name the spot they don't merit the promotionnBut I been there look like any strip clubnEverybody slicked up trying to get they dick suckednSmoke and mirrors you know fake magic tricksnLike these people didn't come here just for ass and titsnBut this one in particular was popular with midlife ballersnAnd white collar out of townersnPlus it attracted athletic individuals that came here to play againstnThe twins and the timber wolvesnSafe to say she made the rent goodnTwenty years of age a spot up in KentwoodnShe had the car, the dog, and the kitchen sinknShe had a drug free body didn't even drinknShe had a sister who wouldn't stop giving her shitnFor dropping out of art school to be a strippernIris was sick and tired of the questionsnBut big sis didn't understand the perspectivenShe knows her little sister isn't a slutnBut she objectifies herself and contributes to the gluttonynNow here's Iris stealin' from the devil to buy some timenTo make life something specialnnnWhere did you go? When did you fall?nThat little one, you all grown upnOh how they've grown, those days are donenUnder the gun, now you are dealtnWhere did you go? When did you fall?nThat little one, you all grown upnOh how they've grown, those days are donenLook at us, who you to judge?nnHer oldest sisters name was JocelynnAwfully slim, on a diet of bottled water and oxygennShe lives on higher water by the TargetnAnd she dates a photographer, that's how she started modelingnShe ain't no supermodel, this is Minneap for that you'd have to move to ChicagonOr maybe move LA or NYnNo, she does what she does here and she gets bynAnd her boyfriend gets a little currencynTaking photos for advertising agenciesnNow he's gonna steal from the devilnStick it to the man, revolutionary rebelnOne afternoon after work he went to the strip clubnJust to loosen up that shirtnHe and a couple job associates are gonna sink them drinksnLike they about to be extinctnNever met his girlfriends little sisternBut she recognized him from cell phone picturesnAny other circumstances she'd have hollerednBut topless in heels is a little bit awkwardnEventually his friends leavenAnd when he gets up, she grabs him by the coat sleevenToo drunk to catch what she saidnBut he did offer her three hundred on some head, likennnWhere did you go? When did you fall?nThat little one, you all grown upnOh how they've grown, those days are donenUnder the gun, now you are dealtnWhere did you go? When did you fall?nThat little one, you all grown upnOh how they've grown, those days are donenLook at us, who you to judge?nnWhen you do wrong it makes me want to do rightnIt also cancels out the guilt that makes the load feel lightnIt also gives some leverage to the morally impairednSo make mistakes for us to hold over your hair