She used to dance onstage on Tuesday nights
Luring the platinum money clips
Earning the showers of adoration in tips
They said it was a seedy life
Who’s to say what’s wrong or right
She was a woman with stories
Stories of call girls and desperate gentlemen
Some of it so damn feminine
Miss Mary Gaitskill and her powerful will
Literary and like a missionary
Bringing out the holy in forbidden territory
And I can’t stop thinking about her still