Burlesque

I do recall the day we met
I was applying a tourniquet
I couldn't stop the bleeding
Thanks to the guy across the street
She told me about a better way
To make the problem go away
A 757 to the rotunda in the East

Maker, law maker
Give me a dance
Maker, law maker
Give me a bump
Give me a grind
And a helping hand
If you're so inclined

When we took it to the VIP
Second thoughts were eating me
Could it be this simple, no
Could it be this clean?
He threw his head back to laugh
And thereupon fell off my lap
But never lost his death grip
On my briefcase filled with green

Maker law maker
Give me a dance
Maker law maker
Give me a bump
Maker law maker
Give me a bump
Give me a grind
And a helping hand
If you're so inclined

I used to live in a pretty rough part
Of my gated community