my bartender, she don't share

holy shit..

dripping..
sipping..
every last drop..

dripping..
tipping..
glasses falling..

people looking..
people pointing..

fuck me..

keys taken..
fingers shaken..

glasses crawling..

nope..
not my way anymore..

eyes wet..
mouth dry..

what the fuck..

advances coming..
house protecting..
advances running..

woe..

"hey"

"can i whisper to you"

"hey"

"when you coming home with me"
"i really need a ride"

"ridden"

"Shhhh"

"can you be quiet"
"can i take you right here"

people laughing..
people pointing..

"fuck you"
"she's got my tab"

holy fuck..

where'd she get my keys..