Tight dresses lovely smiles dancing around the bar
As looks get exchanges between strangers in lust
The perpetual stare towards a woman's bust
Or the righteous curves bending behind too far

As she gets the first look at suitor's own wardrobe
She likes the shiny shoes that gallop to her needs
A drink is in her hand as she now see's sweat beads
He presents his large hand under the swirling strobe

They have changed pleasantries as his had does travel
On her back, on her hips while she sways to music
He kisses her red cheek as slow therapeutic

As he grabs her behind this dance does unravel
She sees the bark in game, the jury is now out
She won't be a number on his bedpost sellout