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Jenny
Jenny was caramel skin
she'd just turned 21
enjoyed being pampered
Always hair and nails done
had trouble relating to small town types
more in love with the noise,
surrounding big city lights
We met after her birthday,
an exquisite portrayal of perfection
A cocktail dress and prancing heels,
she's heading in my direction
Well the crowd was still light
She's now standing to my right
laughing to herself a private joke
tells me she's been working late
hasn't had any time to celebrate
it was her first night out,Man was she "stoked"
Well she ordered 2 shots insisting that we toast
the color was vanilla
the taste of malibu coast
She walks back to her table, and the night rolls on
We meet later for a dance, its a quarter past one
She doesn't know the song
but doesn't seem to care
I'm entranced by her skin, the sweet smell of her hair
Our attraction rushes forward
but our bodies stuck in place
although her eyes are half closed,
a troubled look comes to her face
mixed emotions are present,
a good girl acting bad
And I'm the devil on her shoulder,
the most fun she's ever had
her number pressed into my palm
a nervous laugh is released
and she keeps looking over her shoulder
while walking back to her seat
Wait...
She's receiving a call
she pulls out her phone
a vibrant buzzing in her hand
showing a number thats unknown
She looks up, I wave
a finger pointing to my cell
a smile sparkling on her pretty face
it appears she's caught in my spell
Reaching her table, picks up her things,and
starts hugging friends goodbye.
There is a tan valet slip in my hand,
I suggest we meet outside
I pull up, she slides in
starts giggling like a child
her cheeks are now quite red and flushed
her brown eyes now, quite wild
we speed off.
in a cold black car,led by hot white lights
Now partners in a adventure
Disappearing into city lights.
she'd just turned 21
enjoyed being pampered
Always hair and nails done
had trouble relating to small town types
more in love with the noise,
surrounding big city lights
We met after her birthday,
an exquisite portrayal of perfection
A cocktail dress and prancing heels,
she's heading in my direction
Well the crowd was still light
She's now standing to my right
laughing to herself a private joke
tells me she's been working late
hasn't had any time to celebrate
it was her first night out,Man was she "stoked"
Well she ordered 2 shots insisting that we toast
the color was vanilla
the taste of malibu coast
She walks back to her table, and the night rolls on
We meet later for a dance, its a quarter past one
She doesn't know the song
but doesn't seem to care
I'm entranced by her skin, the sweet smell of her hair
Our attraction rushes forward
but our bodies stuck in place
although her eyes are half closed,
a troubled look comes to her face
mixed emotions are present,
a good girl acting bad
And I'm the devil on her shoulder,
the most fun she's ever had
her number pressed into my palm
a nervous laugh is released
and she keeps looking over her shoulder
while walking back to her seat
Wait...
She's receiving a call
she pulls out her phone
a vibrant buzzing in her hand
showing a number thats unknown
She looks up, I wave
a finger pointing to my cell
a smile sparkling on her pretty face
it appears she's caught in my spell
Reaching her table, picks up her things,and
starts hugging friends goodbye.
There is a tan valet slip in my hand,
I suggest we meet outside
I pull up, she slides in
starts giggling like a child
her cheeks are now quite red and flushed
her brown eyes now, quite wild
we speed off.
in a cold black car,led by hot white lights
Now partners in a adventure
Disappearing into city lights.
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