Roaming through the neon lights,
a taxi ride after a flight,
drinks and smokes at the bar,
now I'm walking roaming far.

Dollars in a slot machine,
pull the arm, spinning things,
they all line up and lights flash,
now I have lots of cash.

Across the walk, I simply stare,
cowgirl floats up in the air,
I go in and the music starts,
the excited beating of my heart.

Drink induced hyper-feelings,
watching her leaves me reeling,
as she dances upon the table,
has me feeling fully unstable.

The bounce of breast and fling of hair,
and her twerking derriere,
beats of Jimmy's "Purple Haze",
cannot blink, my eye agaze.

Spinning movements dropping low,
liquid motions, music's flow,
the smell of jasmine and of  sweat,
suddenly I feel in debt.

Making dollars rain on her,
she is a  twisting, spinning blur,
help me, help me, my mind has flown,
and now all my money has been blown.

The music ends with money piles,
she waves at me and she smiles,
a wave of sadness rolls over me,
but just a fleeting moment, I hear a new beat.