You're going out tonight
I have to work again
Please remember to get my things
And pick your shit up off the floor
The list is on the counter
Just a few things for you to get
You know I don't ask for much
Just these few things for you
Please get some lipstick
Cherry Bomb red
Down the make up aisle
In a little silver tube
The only other thing I ask
Is for you to go to the corner
And get me a vial
From the man by the bar
He wears a white shirt
And blue jacket
Blue jeans
And a black cap
I won't ask you for much
Cause I know you have a bad job
I just need a little to get by
Until I make enough to buy my own
Author notes
Option 3. Title "Lipstick and Cocaine". I pictured a stripper asking her boyfriend/husband/girlfriend/lover to pick up a few things. A specific shade of lipstick and some crack. I mean, that's what I'd do if I were a stripper. <3 (I'm not sure how to put an actual heart in there...)
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Comments
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Nicely written.
I like the idea and the situation in this.
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I like this take and could picture you as a stripper asking some hot guy you netted to buy you these things, it was kind of funny. Good luck matage, the imagery is great.
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haha. me as a stripper. Right.
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