Silk slip strip down.
Nightlife Isn't As Fun As People Told Me
When the sun dipped low beneath the mountains,
I opened my window
and breathed in the night.
I pulled a light blue tank top on,
Gazed into the mirror,
and painted my cheeks deep bronze.
The streets were lit in pink and yellow,
I left my unkept hotel room,
and melted the night into a blur.
A cigarette burned my path down the streets,
I turned the heads of strangers,
and coughed up smoke and pride.
When one man actually spoke to me,
I took the time to listen,
and faintly smiled at his empty words.
He never knew my real name,
I said goodbye politely,
and stumbled home as the clock struck one.
When the sun dipped low beneath the mountains,
I opened my window
and breathed in the night.
I pulled a light blue tank top on,
Gazed into the mirror,
and painted my cheeks deep bronze.
The streets were lit in pink and yellow,
I left my unkept hotel room,
and melted the night into a blur.
A cigarette burned my path down the streets,
I turned the heads of strangers,
and coughed up smoke and pride.
When one man actually spoke to me,
I took the time to listen,
and faintly smiled at his empty words.
He never knew my real name,
I said goodbye politely,
and stumbled home as the clock struck one.