I'm n luv wit a stripper

One of the perks of having access to Chicago radio stations is that I'm normally up to date with, if not ahead of, the music scene. Sometimes weeks before a song is popular on MTV, BET or VH1, it's on the city's radio air waves. So when I head back to the Chicago area, I'm always eager to hear what's playing on the four or five top stations.

Now, imagine my excitement when I happened upon a little gem called "I'm N Luv (Wit A Stripper)," a song that has quickly become my (new) anthem. Enjoy the lyrics and see the picture on the right:

[Intro]
God damn lil mama
U know U thick as hell, U know what I'm sayin
Matter fact
After the club U know what I'm talkin bout
Me and my niggas gon be together, U know what I'm sayin
I aint gon worry bout them really though
I'm just lookin at U
Yea, U know
U got them big ass hips, god damn!

[Verse 1]
Got the body of a goddess
Got eyes butter pecan brown, I see you girl
Droppin low
She comin down from the ceiling
To tha flo
Yea she know what she doin
Yea yea yea
She doin that right thang
Yea yea yea yea-eah
I need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang
Cause I'm n luv wit a stripper

[Chorus x2]

She poppin, she rollin, she rollin
She climbin that pole and
I'm n luv wit a stripper
She trippin, she playin, she playin
I'm not goin nowhere girl, I'm stayin
Im n luv wit a stripper

[Verse 2]
Out of all the girls, she be the hottest
Likin the way she break it down, I see U girl
Spinnin wide
And she lookin at me
Right in my eyes
Yea she got my attention
Yea yea yea
Did I forget to mention
I need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang
Cause I'm n luv wit a stripper

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
She can pop it, she can lock it
Teddy Penderass down, I'm bout to see this sexy girl
In my bed
She don't know what she is doin
To my head
Yea she turnin tricks on me
Yea yea yea
She don't even know me
Yea yea yea-eah
I'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing
Cause I'm n luv wit a stripper

[Chorus x4]

How perfect is that? It makes me think of all the struggling songwriters out there who just can't seem to write that "perfect song." And then along comes this guy, who tells it like it is with a simple but perfect ode to his stripper love interest. I'm surprised no one came up with this idea sooner, because honestly who isn't in love with a stripper? I'm happy for this guy and hope he enjoys many a free lap-dance. Things like this make me love America.

(Oh, and about the picture: I consulted a friend who agreed that since she could wear that on the ABC network at 7 p.m. on a weekday, she could wear it here. Consider it a ratings stunt.)