My kind Of Girl
There she is dancing, grinding in disco night
Dazzling sweat dripping in the black light
As the night goes on and on
Her hair moves with it's own mind
Hands move down to around her behind
Her eyeliner heavy as mascara runs
Body's flirty, eyes moving like pythons
I stop and stare for a moment longer
As I feel myself get drunker and dumber
As the night goes on and on
Her legs moving always in great time
Alluring presence hypnotically sublime
Her lipstick wet with tastes of poisons
Inciting envy, curves of dreamlike passions
There she is drinking, smirking in starlight
Sinners legs making my pants tight!
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