Tool's Game

She hangs out in the local dive
Sipping gin and playing pool
Her cunning is slick as axel grease
As she searches for another fool

She spots him ordering a beer
Accepts another gin
He gazes as she struts his way
Wondering if he'll score a win

She smirks at his baby face
Sits down for a chat
Finally says "Let's hit the john"
Winks and stretches like a cat

The "Gal's Room" not sacrosanct
They duck in the nearest stall
He lifts her skirt and fingers her
Then fucks her against the wall

He finishes and exits fast
Her skirt still fully raised
He knew she figured him a tool
But she's the one left dazed.