she smells like mocha foam and showbiz i pull my own weight that s broken home aerobics man she pulls the wool great she s the shortest storm with no tip whores her form and blows dixie there s no reason to whistle while you re not workin she s at the club cock searchin gold hearted lost virgin thinks the pots not workin i m not certain i think she s into men who are into themselves claiming independent but they re living off of women s wealth i hit the shelves for records while she expels the effort to get some help and get some work done on her constitution it ain t prostitution at least in her mind to me she s just a lost illusion yes her and her kind they ask what s her sign i say man i think it s trouble and when she s burnin lines it s the worst time to kiss and cuddle she s mixin double shots for that hotter confidence swimmin in a lake of dirty germs and water moccasins her daughter s often been a part of her late night got sharks swimmin around her baby s heart and it ain t right she makes life just to make ends meet while i sharpen my knife spin break sleep and eat like you re still breathin city girl you re still breathin you re still breathin city girl well you can take a seat and eat your heart out while it s still beatin  it was amuse meant to get her in the mood of a soldier her eyes are army green and they re glued to my holster she s quick to the draw iron sides always smokin she keeps this blade in her bra and it s always open but i m a sharpshooter and she s a little rusty sick little puppy set her sights into the middle of me hits an ugly sound of music but i had to face it she heated up this argument and i was asked to taste it had to let it cool before i bite the bullet and give some credit to the cook i mean she pulled it off like she did her mask and like she did her smile her future s a bitter past skipping class with her inner child