Baby girl with a hair black as a panther
So ladylike and elegant even when she is tipsy somewhat
She is a sight for sore eyes
Not just for me, but for everybody in the club
It is way too early to tell why I like this gal
Maybe because she is not a try-hard
Or maybe because I’ve always had a sweet tooth and she is my dark chocolate bar
The whole club smells on skunk, she on Givenchy
“It is almost the break of dawn, let’s go to a private after party.
And it will not be this crowded, it will be just you and me.”
On my balcony I am comparing contours of her body with the contours of the city
“I really like spending time with you.” - ain’t she just a tease
Plus that lipstick in Valentino red on her lips
Makes my heart skips a beat
And it is getting hotter
On her body I am painting a portrait
As if I’m Toulouse-Lautrec
And my brushes are my lips and my fingertips
