With a pint in my hand
I sit on a bar stool
My vision blurs
Vanessa puts it on her lips
And Lights up the stick
She makes circular rings
In the cloud of smoke
The psychedelic sounds
Peace all around
Cheers and boos
As one wins
And the rest lose
I keep staring at her
As she walks to the ladies’ room
Sellina comes along
Mercury rises
My head goes vroom vroom...
She settles, so does my drink
Pick-er up, Pick-er up
My mobile, not my head, rings
I say, ‘hello’, to a familiar voice
My girl waits and I gotta make this strange choice
Just then she walks out adjusting her skirt
Vanessa makes her move
And I wait and watch
Sellina is swept of her feet
Both smile at me
And walk away
Feel like the car that hangs above
Jazzy exterior with a dreary within
I ask the barman for another round
She dumps me and the phone she bangs down
I feel a soft hand on my hip
There stands a man with a small whip
Shocked, I make my way out
“The disadvantages of being promiscuous”
The angel shouts.
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