She's a burlesque performer
And I wonder,
Does she carry that confidence to bed?
Does she have to act with a real man?
Or has she ever even been with one-
One who took her to bed
Because of who she was to him?
Would she crumble then,
The way she stumbled to answer my little questions about her?

Ran around all night
Unsure why I was in
But not about to turn it down

There she was again
With those black pants
If you can call them that

Crisis after crisis
Where's the birthday girl?
Search five different spots

Drugs sold, embellished
Never seen that life first hand
But now I can hold my own
Guy will get himself locked up
I think he wants to

Where's the birthday girl's friend?
Getting coked
Won't join
Dealer's best friend

I listened to her actions
They were loud
She saw situations as they were
Friends came first
Even if it was nonsense
They needed her for

Her red lips, I watched
Her soft hips, I touched

Mile a minute
But not overworked
Smiles all night
Living the life

I wonder if anyone has ever liked you
For you
Not just your body
Which is great
But for what goes through you
Your head
Your heart
You impressed me
And I don't think others see

This is how I fall
For a girl
Who I could never have
I think?

He sits back,
Cards at his chest
Funk tunes in the air
Poolside vibes
There are options here,
But not the one, yet

She's a promoter
I finally met her
Already forgot her name
But her look
Speared me
Is this why she's successful?

Your mess
Spills out of
Your cuteness
And that's okay

I still
Party
Like you can hear me
Like this music
Will find your ears
And you'll remember
And you'll be moved