Rockstar

lips stick
cheap perfume
tight jeans a big dick
in the room smell the fumes

black nails eye liner
ripped jeans knees tore
he doesn't care headliner
tonight his soul will pour

his eyes gleam
he takes the stage
he wants to sing
he grabs the mic feel his rage

he starts to scream
the guitar cries
the stars gleam up in the sky
seductive words tell of lies

looking deep in too the crowd
emotions run he'll scream them loud