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Bourbon, Bedroom Eye's & Bad Choices
Drifting for awhile in a dingy bar
she twists her body onto a chair
sipping her bourbon from a dirty glass
The stranger in black was the bang
in last night's beat she had another
in mind for the night
Just like that she spotted him, he was
a hidden concoction in suede shoes
with a twisted smile
He stopped in her shadow, he had a
cruel way about him, giving him bed
room eye's she spoke his language
They stumbled out the door into the
halo of the streetlamps, ready to take
his corded flame
Her thighs burned from the thought
knowing the bad choices she was
about to make once again
she twists her body onto a chair
sipping her bourbon from a dirty glass
The stranger in black was the bang
in last night's beat she had another
in mind for the night
Just like that she spotted him, he was
a hidden concoction in suede shoes
with a twisted smile
He stopped in her shadow, he had a
cruel way about him, giving him bed
room eye's she spoke his language
They stumbled out the door into the
halo of the streetlamps, ready to take
his corded flame
Her thighs burned from the thought
knowing the bad choices she was
about to make once again
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