Walkin on the dance floor,
bustin them who ain't got shit,
watch me move,
swish my hips,
kiss my lips,
and tell me,
I'm not what you dream of at night.
I know you look down,
down,
down,
see through my lies,
and watch my stillettos,
stomp,
crush your little fantasy,
I'm not meat,
I'm not a slave to your mind,
don't think me wicked,
I'm just a bitch,
with money.
Call me Diva,
call me whateva,
as long as you stay by the bar,
and buy me a drink,
I'm the queen of this brothel,
and this shit defines me,
you can't hustle,
you can't get me,
I walk where I please,
and drink where I stand,
my virtues are pure,
and my liquor dirty.
So baby,
tell me,
you a tall glass,
or just a piece of ass?
Come on baby,
bottoms up.
A contest entry
- Gimmie somthing that doesn't suck. by Predaw.
460 points, ended October 27, 68 entries
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