She's looking at me from across the hall, her husband's sitting, consumed in the ball. I give a glance as she bites her lips, I give a slight wink as I thrust my hips. Another rum and coke bar tender, I'm being summoned. A girl's mind has gone bad, and I'm feeling hunted. Flick goes my bic, and a Marlboro has risen, blowing out the smoke figuring that he might listen. What are you talking about kid? I don't know what you...