I Sit At The Bar Poem by August Sky

I Sit At The Bar



Sunday again and im at the club
Windows fog like a night of passion
Bodies dancin' and a grindin'
People having fun, girls on poles
I found the best of them all
This girl doesn't dance or ever leave
She asks me one question
'What will it be for your drink'

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