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Posted: Wednesday, September 01, 2010 10:52:41 PM

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...tick, tick, tick, tick, tick......

Finally get a parking spot,
take a drag and turn the key.
Time to forget who I am
and let the music set me free.

Exit with a cloud of smoke,
flick, it's time for the show.
See the line, sweet girls roll by,
tomorrow is nothing I wanna know.

Stroll up, smile, don't be a dick,
you know, but don't abuse.
Supply and demand gets you in,
while pretending to be amused.

Cash, stamp, weekend routine,
small talk, then to the bar.
Two Makers please, and Hiney chasers,
twenty only goes so far.

Your song comes on,
click, fade to black.
The lights go down, another round,
cat, bird, the dance floor, I attack.

Bump, smile, what's your name,
didn't hear, it's all the same.
Coy smile, my name's Jim.
It's time to begin the game.

Echo sings, and bodies sway,
the smell of her hair.
Lips like sugar, I want a taste,
she asks, yes, and we go up stairs.

Tangled hair in hand,
music keeps the pace,
Shots arrive, my friend hooked up,
thanks man, steal a kiss upon her face.

Been caught stealing,
and I feel fine.
Hands exploring,
we're right on time

We settle back, and introduce,
share a story, and points of view.
Familiar song, head back down,
she gets hungry, I hear my cue.

Time precious, round up friend,
two bodies, should be on the mat.
I don't care, what time is it?
....damn, a hundred and twenty minutes flat.
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