Miss Sophistication

You’re the epitome of sophistication
Or at least you pretend to be  
You look out the corner of your eye  
To see me in your periphery  
 
You have this look on your face  
Like you’re above my petty little innuendo  
But when I get you behind closed doors  
Your sophistication goes out the window  
 
I like when you play coy  
With other’s, you don’t know me  
But you know you’re my little toy  
When we’re alone you think you own me  
 
When I see you out in public  
With not a hair out of place  
Your clothes perfectly fitted  
Perfect amount of makeup on your face  
 
I grin to myself  
Reveal the truth, you wouldn’t dare  
But I know how you like to be fucked  
And nothing about it is debonair  
 
So I’ll let you have your moment  
But later tonight I’ll have mine  
I’ll strip your body of it’s sophistication  
Because your slut inside is divine