November 8, 2012

Hot Red Lips (Sitting in a Jazz Club)

Green Eyes
Looking at me from across the room.
She doesn't want me, but she wants me to think she does.
Her drink is hard. Someone once told me she likes it hard.
I believe them.

Pale Skin
Showing off her dark blue veins.
The room is hot but she shows no sign of over heating.
Not yet.

Dark Hair
Falling in untamed waves around her white face.
Light pink blush lying on her cheeks.
I'd like to mess up her beautiful make up job.

Womanly Figure
Making me think things that would make the old priest back home cry.
Let him cry.

Every Woman
In town wishes to be her. Or in bed with her.
And that goes for the men too.
So do I.

Guys Like
Me have no idea what to do with a Gal like her.
Or they think they don't.
I do.

Black Dress
Red fox fur and nude back seams are a dangerous mix.
Oh so shaking.

Ladies  That
Smoke get me going. Guys that don't make her mad.
I don't smoke.

The Bar
Is full of low-life creeps who have no reason to be looking at her.
No right, really. She's a goddess.

Five Inch
Heels make her walk so damn fun to watch.
She knows that.

Sitting
At table with six other guys that aren't me.
Shows what she knows.

Hot Red Lips
And soft green eyes haunt me in my dreams.
She keeps me up at night and I don't even know her name.

Come on, Baby, get in my 56' and lets go to my house.

Inspired By
Franz Ferdinand - Tune it on, What she came for, Live alone, and, Can't Stop Feeling
Cold War Kids - Hang Me Up To Dry


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