inside they're smoking cigarettes,
drinking like there's no tomorrow,
and all they want to do is bust their kidneys,
from here to Timbuktu,
and I'm wondering what the hell I'm doing tonight,
can't seem to get my eyes off you, baby,
not when you're in heels that high,
licking those red lips,
are you trying to draw me like a moth to the light?
don't shake those hips,
can't you see I can't take it like this?
let me go, let me go,
you've got a hold on me,
reeling me in like a hooked fish,
just short of me offering you a ring,
but I just want to know,
what are you like on someday other than tonight?
someone's angel or a devil putting on a show?
should I come over now,
or leave this town on the next flight?
~Rei Shiori
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