Hello There Girls

Hello there girls you’re looking good

Yes there you are again

You’re all alone and lost

Amongst the ruddy veiny men.

It’s getting close to midnight

But we all pretend it’s ten

I asked her for her number

But she’d lost her bloody pen.

She smiles but boy her eyes are hard

And tells me her first name

So I produce my business card

Engaging in the game.

“But oh I’m being such a brute

Sit down and have a drink”

(While picturing her birthday suit

Beneath her antique mink).

Her skin’s like alabaster

And her bag’s faux aligator

Basta basta make it fast

I urge the latin waiter.

While on the stage along the wall

And under laser lights

The showgirls’ bosoms rise and fall

And exercise their rights.

Smoke rings drift towards the door

The clients drool and gloat

Cold as ice mais je t’adore

I long to stroke her throat.

I run a hand across her knees

At least that’s what I thought

But it turns out she’s hard to please

And won’t be quickly bought.

Mumble and moan grumble and groan

Another empty night

Stumble on home fumble the phone

And smash the bedside light.

Hello there girls you’re looking good

Yes there you are again

You’re all alone and lost

Amongst the ruddy veiny men.

A lift home long past midnight

With a Nordic god called Sven

Who asked her for her number

So she found her bloody pen.