In the back of car the girls are screaming
The unmarked cab, is tearing down the night
The orange gungy lamplights are leaning
In the shadows of the darkening light
In the back of the bar the girls dance
The drinkers are drinking themselves drunk
The shots are shot, she takes the chance
The liquor's hot, the happypills have sunk
The guy at the back, has had his eye on her
He likes what he sees, in the chatter and howl,
He fondles the idea, she's an evident ammetuer
Across the bar he begins his prowl
She leans across the counter, rosy cheeked
Her skirt is riding, which she tugs down in vain
"Hey baby," He whispers, of ale-y breath he reeks
She turns. "What did you say your name was again?"
Unsure of how to react, she smiles and squints
He notices how young she looks, he smirks
On her pointy tongue she rolls a mint
She winks and giggles, he likes her litte quirks
"No need to know." She places a finger on his lips
A small digdit encircled with a diamond ring
He wondered who she had seduced to get that tip
She sees his staring and beckons him in
"Bet you're rich too." She mumbles, all slurred
"Let me know, and I'll give you some, maybe"
He's hot already and his vision is blurred
He calls for another : "Drink it up, Baby."
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