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Steppin' Out |
Everyone eager to run,
or seek.
The bartender spikes
the patrons' drinks
and adds peculiar
spice to their lives.
He's budgeted his finical
smile with matching blue eyes.
Got his finger on the dolla',
watching the second hand.
He's expecting the worst,
who's gonna rumble.
Who's he gonna kick out first.
He nods to the whore,
and she opens her legs
to a wooded crowd.
She's a cheap girl,
but her crotch is loud.
She licks her lips
as each egoball boy grabs
his head with a grin.
These players lost
the championship game,
but tonight....
they're gonna win.
The juveniles dare look up,
they got fakes in hand.
They vow to drink
as much as possible.
too excited to talk,
cuz they're hasslin' the man.
- Not A Pretty Girl
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Submitted: 9/5/2003 |

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