We crashed your tawdry, borrowed hoe-down
Drinks for free, too strong the bait
In and out, round and down
Who leads the way calls the tune
Your dress is spent, it needs a rest
The boots are loose on cufflink cowboy
Sausage taskforce stuffed with hubris
Issues out the call for partners
High heels soar with clinging hem lines
DJ rub that magic lamp
Tomorrow wastes away, spent by rhythm
Cabbies idle, eggs are waiting.
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