She leans a little too low, wraps well-manicured hands
Around the neck of the bottle, pours slow and dresses in a false smile
And a pair of shorts that retreat from her thighs
Just enough to wrap the mind around the secrets they may hide
A half glass of bourbon and half a mind for another
A last dance with sobriety before finding a cool drink and a warm body
To take home, and place high upon the shelf
With a thousand other tiny hells, the remnants of a few minor spills
Of regret, she takes a chaser, I lick my lips
She calls me over, I leave a tip
And stumble up to the next victim, a precious little vixen
With fire in her eyes, and hourglass hips
That tell me it's time, to get away from the crowds
Find someplace where she can scream out
And leave out the rest, where we can dress down
To nothing left, and leave without mentioning
The morning, she smiles a little too quickly
And I draw her in, another glass of bourbon
A hasty goodbye wave to sobriety
And I'm off again, on her skin
And breaking every promise I ever made to the dead.
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