First she puts on a skirt
And pencils on make up.
Then take her out to a night club
not the alley or curb to be picked up by another
She twirls and twists
as lights bounce off her all night
and we thump and grind on the dance floor.
We soon stink of sweat
Her breath of tequila margaritas
shaken not stirred and
soon it's time to go home
She gets hungry for drive through food
of a taco or two and when the conversation
turns we turn in to the drive way and
We’re home.
First thing she does then is walks in the restroom,
That’s my girl, still looking ****
even while taking a dumpster.