: About Me

Fish net panty hose, thigh high boots Harsh red lipstick, bleach blonde, dark roots She sets at a corner table every Friday night Sipping cheap champagne by a candle light Few know her story, the bar tender knows too well A couple drinks in she says "what the hell" She'll start dancing with any guy who asks Parading around in one of her many masks Then will come the question, "your place or mine?" She isn't surprised, happens every time She hates herself in the morning, breakfast she never does mention He is already gone, she is left, starving for attention